This voice!
Ye Wudao's entire body shook, and the corners of his mouth curled into a bitter smile. "Is it an illusion?"
Suddenly, Ye Wudao felt as if his body had been infused with a mysterious power.
"This, this mysterious power..." Ye Wudao felt incredibly shocked as he could clearly perceive his life force steadily recovering.
"It's not an illusion. It's really my father talking to me; he's helping me!" Ye Wudao's eyes brimmed with tears as he looked up at the reachable Flood Dragon Blood Pool.
I cannot give up!
I must prove myself!
Ye Wudao looked at his broken legs and actually began crawling forward step by step!
"Good servant, you, you look quick!" Bad servant screamed loudly, as if he had discovered the most terrifying thing in the world.
"What's the matter, worth your fuss? Did that boy play dead or what?" Good servant looked up discontentedly, his pupils suddenly narrowing, his face filled with horror, "He, he's not dead?"
