Jianyang Prefecture, medical hall.
Between two clean beds, Meng Xiuwen's face was pale, even his lips were devoid of color.
This once strongest Demon Slayer Officer in the Great Nan Continent now appeared to be on his last breath, his usually lively personality significantly constrained.
But compared to the figure on the other bed, his condition was already considerably better.
The youth was covered in gashes, with white scales emerging on his face, barely able to maintain human form. Even with a girl wiping continuously with a towel beside him, tears included, the blood plasma seeping from between the scales could not be wiped clean no matter what.
His eyes were wide open, staring blankly above, like a lamp running out of oil, a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
"Where's the Elixir?!"
Meng Xiuwen watched Zi Xian struggling to suppress her sobs, couldn't help but look outside, and roared hoarsely.
