It was easy to imagine that if Meng Chao had not appeared in time, even if Ye Zi had not perished in the blazing flames spewed by that wolf clan officer just now,
he would still have died within ten or twenty minutes from Human Spontaneous Combustion, his internal organs and brain overheated beyond endurance.
And aside from Meng Chao,
across all of Turanze and even Dragon City, there were absolutely no more than five people capable of saving Ye Zi in such a critical moment.
Meng Chao's hands moved like flying wheels, probing from Ye Zi's temples all the way down to the soles of his feet.
He quickly gained a preliminary grasp of the distribution of the spirit veins boiling like magma inside his body.
After pondering for a moment, Meng Chao lightly snapped off a charred black thorn from the scorched Mandala Tree beside him.
Swish swish swish swish!
The thorn pierced with unmatched precision through dozens of nodes where spirit veins converged around Ye Zi's five viscera and six bowels.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss!
Streams of multicolored vapor immediately shrieked as they leaked from Ye Zi's body.
He looked like an old boiler in disrepair, leaking air from every side.
Listening to the overly piercing sounds, Meng Chao's tightly furrowed brows still did not relax.
His ten fingers stabbed swiftly between Ye Zi's chest and abdomen, rippling force continuously passing through flesh and blood to massage his internal organs.
He had to ensure that the frenzied leakage of Spiritual Energy would not damage the boy's still underdeveloped heart, liver, spleen, lungs, or kidneys.
No one knew how long passed.
Ye Zi let out a groan.
He coughed softly a few times, coughing up a puddle of glistening mucus.
Only then did the baleful aura curling around