Qin Mu glanced at him and then shook his head, laughing, "Divine Knife Luo, you are suffering from extremely heavy injuries right now. If you don't get treated, you'll die soon."
Luo Wushuang was covered in blood, and he had wounds all over his body. It was to the point that his blood had dyed the waterfall at his feet red.
He had tried to protect the disciples of the Celestial Venerables and big shots, fighting with the heart devils and then taking the aftereffects of the blow from the heart devil Celestial Emperor head-on. As a result, he had suffered severe injuries.
Qin Mu was skilled in the art of healing and had well-trained eyes that allowed him to conclude with just one glance that Luo Wushuang's injuries would turn fatal very soon.
"You have already waited for me for forty-thousand years. Waiting a moment more won't make much of a difference, will it?"
