Xiao Yu gritted his teeth, summoning all his courage several times before forcefully removing the small cauldron. Blackened pieces of flesh still clung to its body.
Wei Yuan hummed softly. At this moment, a deep charred pit marred his back where all the flesh had been burnt to cauterize the wound.
Seeing the wound, Xiao Yu's eyes turned somewhat sour. If Wei Yuan hadn't shielded him from this attack, Xiao Yu's physical condition would have been severely compromised, damaging his Dao Foundation to the point where ascending to immortality would have been hopeless.
Now, Wei Yuan felt waves of weakness, and it seemed as though incendiary flames consumed his insides. There coiled a thick, deep green breath in his chest.
At this time, half of Wei Yuan's heart was shattered, one of his lung lobes was completely broken, and his sternum and spine had snapped in the middle, everything inside him was in disarray. The deep green breath corroded everything around vigorously.