How should I treat him?
Ao Ding suddenly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were they?
The crimson color had already spread across the entire eyeball.
Apart from the crimson color, Luo Changfeng seemed to able to decipher many things from Ao Ding's eyes.
Pain, struggle, death...
Approximately the time it takes for one breath to pass.
Ao Ding, whose cultivation was about to break through the Blood Refinement Realm, just collapsed straight onto the ground.
His body unmoving, his breathing had already stopped.
The beating of his heart also seemed to be getting weaker with the passage of time.
Until a few breaths of time had passed.
The beating of Ao Ding's heart, had completely ceased.
"Dead?"
After a moment of silence, Luo Changfeng stepped forward.
He placed his withered right hand lightly on top of Ao Ding's head.
After a period of observation,
Luo Changfeng finally gathered some information.
