Northern Dipper Star Sect Master, Divine Phoenix Divine Hall

At last, Qin Yang saw Xun Mu and Zhang Zhengyi, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

But before that breath had fully escaped, it caught in his throat again.

Xun Mu had already turned into a Mediterranean Old Man in his fifties or sixties. Zhang Zhengyi was not much better off. He looked slightly younger, but his injuries seemed even worse; he was clearly taking more breaths out than in.

And here, let alone all kinds of resources and Spirit Herbs, there was not even any spiritual energy.

Those two bastards definitely had not brought anything precious with them. Every time they had to risk utter annihilation of body and soul, they tacitly did the same thing: hid away their collections and various assets somewhere, bringing only what was absolutely necessary.

Looking at the state of those two now, they had probably reached the point where they could not even produce a single healing pill.

Qin Yang transformed into a streak of escaping light and landed before Zhang Zhengyi.

Zhang Zhengyi's mouth was covered in blood. Weak rasping sounds came from his throat. He wanted to say something, but could not utter a word; he could only stare with his eyes wide open.

When he saw Qin Yang land, he barely tugged at the corners of his mouth, managing something like a smile.

Qin Yang narrowed his eyes and activated his eye technique, seeing Zhang Zhengyi's condition clearly. More than half of this bastard's lifespan had drained away. His internal organs were all injured, the internal bleeding was severe, and his heart was like a frog that had already had its head cut off, barely able to kick its legs twice.

Without saying a word or asking anything, Qin Yang first plucked a Strange Fruit and stuffed