"No need to chase after them!"
Seeing that some of the Zhan Huang mercenaries wanted to pursue, Kuang Shi stopped them.
"Cold Edge, how are you doing?"
Kuang Shi glanced at Cold Edge, who was lying on the ground, quickly walked over, and helped him up, but at this time, Cold Edge had already passed out. His complexion was deathly pale, and blood kept seeping from two holes beneath his ribs. Fortunately, he was pressing down on them firmly; otherwise, he would have likely bled out long ago.
Kuang Shi hurriedly took out a small medicine bottle from his person, opened it, and sprinkled a pile of white powder on Cold Edge's wounds. Suddenly, the bleeding stopped, and the wounds began to scab over quickly.
"How is he doing?"
At that moment, Ye Yaxin, hearing that there was no longer any noise outside, opened the door of the villa and came out. She glanced at Cold Edge and asked Kuang Shi.
