The pill chamber was charred black.
A mist of blood floated in midair, swaying gently.
The True Image grandmasters, stunned with horror, flashed forward.
"Old Ancestor!" Yi Hao supported Yi Chen.
"Save them first. Don't pursue!"
Yi Chen staggered about, his cracked, peeling lips trembling as he gasped violently. Leaning against the wall, he barely managed to stand.
He swallowed a mouthful of clotted blood. Supported by his clansmen and beneath the hopeful gazes of the other grandmasters, he went one by one to the screaming grandmasters and touched their wounds. With every touch, his face turned a shade grayer. After examining all three, he gripped Yi Hao's arm tightly.
"Remember, hold on until Du, Ten Thousand Celestial Being arrives!"
"Rest assured, Old Ancestor!"
"Good!"
Yi Chen spoke one final word, drew in all the aura around him, and sat cross-legged in a corner, like a lifeless, stubborn stone.
"Quick, quick, quick! Water! Bring some clean water!" Yi Hao shouted.
The Ghost Mother Sect disciples whose courage had not yet been entirely shattered rushed out at once.
They fetched water.
Several people gathered up the internal organs scattered across the floor by the grandmaster who had been severed at the waist, placed them in a basin, and washed away the dirt and dust. They connected what intestines could be connected, shoved everything back into his abdomen in one go, then pieced his upper and lower body together and threaded the needle, stitching him up for the time being.
Amid miserable screams.
An ugly, centipede-like scar emerged, writhing endlessly across his waist.
The Du-surnamed grandmaster, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, stared blankly ahead. His face was filled with terror of death, and he had completely lost the power of speech. Even after escaping danger, he temporarily had no ability to