"Are you... alright?"
As Fu Qian struggled to climb ashore, Ji Liushuang asked with trembling caution.
Fu Qian understood this very well, anyone's reaction would be far from calm upon seeing a fellow swollen to several times their size and covered in mouths.
"Great!"
His relaxed tone provoked a barrage of curses.
"Making empty boasts, your death is near, you'll be utterly destroyed haha..."
"Idiot, you're squandering our last chance."
"Young man, don't be rash..."
"Who are they?"
Ji Liushuang instinctively stepped back, recognizing Feng Yunhong's voice among the others.
"You can collectively call them seniors, though it's hard to say if they are esteemed.
The cursing suddenly doubled.
"Can you... save them?"
Seemingly gaining some understanding of Fu Qian's situation, Ji Liushuang took another step back, then remembered the few people still trapped in the blood pool.
