The faces of the others were extremely grim; although they were not medically trained, anyone with a bit of common sense could tell that with the amount of blood Ye Fei had lost, his chances of survival were slim.
Unless he could be in an emergency room at a hospital right now, with a matched blood type and a blood bag connected, his situation was beyond hope, even for a deity.
Ye Cang suddenly staggered back three steps before a disciple behind him quickly steadied him to prevent a fall.
Ye Yunxiu, who stood nearby, also had an ashen face. He tore off his coat, squatted down, and began to bandage his nephew, even though it seemed almost futile.
Zhang Xiaoman glanced at the situation with the Star Guard, seeing that the battle there was not likely to end any time soon. He then used the Spirit Detection Technique once more to scan the surroundings and found no sign of other monsters before he strode toward the crowd.