The fly's foot pierced too deeply, and the sides of Blaze's abdomen were already stained red with blood. A large amount of blood formed puddles of blood on the uneven mountaintop flats, shocking to the eyes.
They were at the top of the cratered mountain, and Blaze was so badly injured that without medicine, he would surely die.
The only thing Carlotta could do was to hold Blaze's lion's head and keep doing mental soothing so that Blaze could feel slightly better.
Blaze knew Carlotta's good intentions.
He didn't dare to lie down, afraid that if he did, he would never be able to get up again. So he tried his best to maintain a standing position and said softly, "Lord Holy Female ... I'm sorry, it's my uselessness that I couldn't kill the insect race to protect you."
"It's not your fault ...," Carlotta couldn't think of any other words that could comfort Blaze after saying this.
