The pill room was scorched black.
Blood mist floated in mid-air, dancing lightly.
The Master of Zenith Sect lunged forward in horror and astonishment.
"Ancestor!" Yi Hao supported Yi Chen.
"Save first, don't pursue!"
Yi Chen swayed unsteadily, his cracked lips trembling, gasping for breath, managing to stand with support.
He swallowed a mouthful of congested blood, and with the help of his clan members under the hopeful gazes of other masters, he went to the side of the screaming master, touched the wounds, his complexion growing paler with each touch. After touching three people, he gripped Yi Hao's arm tightly.
"Remember, wait until Master Du and the Ten Thousand Celestial Beings arrive!"
"Rest assured, Ancestor!"
"Good!"
Yi Chen spoke his last word, retracted all his Qi, and sat cross-legged in the corner, like a lifeless rock.
"Quick, quick, quick! Fresh water! Fetch some fresh water!" Yi Hao shouted loudly.
