Under their tacit coordination, the black threads spreading around the wound had almost disappeared, and a black circular object had taken their place at the site of the injury.
It looked vaguely like a bead.
A faint white vapor was emanating from the pores of the woman's body, carrying the fragrance of her skin.
The woman's originally pale cheeks now had a touch of rosiness.
However, the black bead simply could not be forced out; it seemed to be a living creature burrowing deeper into the wound, occasionally releasing black threads that pierced into the skin. If Jiang Shouzhong hadn't been continuously sealing her acupuncture points, the woman alone would not have been able to proceed.
"Celestial Pool! Divine Storehouse! Hold still!"
Realizing that this could not continue, the woman clenched her teeth and shouted, ready to make a last-ditch effort.
