In the wind corroded caves, Ye Mo looked at Luo Susu who was getting worse by the minute. He was very worried, but he has withered himself. If he gave Luo Susu some more blood, perhaps he really wouldn’t be able to hold on.
Ye Mo hated why he was just missing that little bit of spirit chi to break through. If he was on the third level now, there would be no problems at all.
His mind wandered as he seemed to see that yellow dressed girl give more than half of her water to him. After a long time, the figure of the yellow dressed girl appeared to merge with his master Luo Ying. He could no longer tell if she was Luo Ying or Luo Susu.
Suddenly, Ye Mo woke up once again. He knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. But in his mind, he couldn’t bear to watch the woman he brought agony die in front of his eyes. Thinking of this, Ye Mo perseveringly slit open his wrists without hesitation and pointed it at Luo Susu’s mouth.
