How Much Time Do I Have Left? (Part 1)

Inside the hospital's ICU, the pungent stench of disinfectant mingled in the air. Soul Power filled the entire room, and Holy Spirit Douluo had even spared no expense in using her own life energy as the primary force to stabilize Luo Ze's comatose condition.

Outside the ward, nearly all the higher-ups from the Spirit Pagoda, Shrek Academy, Tang Sect, and military had gathered here. They anxiously watched the constantly flashing red light, their hearts rising and falling without pause.

"Seven hours already. Still no news at all?" Elder Long anxiously looked toward Sky Pillar Douluo beside him.

He and Holy Spirit Douluo were husband and wife, and no one understood each other's Soul Power better than they did. If anything went wrong inside, Yun Ming would be able to sense it immediately.

"No. Ya Li has been continuously channeling Soul Power, and Luo Ze's vital signs are still extremely weak. As for his exact condition, I can't sense it at all." Yun Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead. His tense emotions made even his voice tremble.

This development had caught everyone completely off guard.

Behind the Holy Spirit Cult, there was actually a true god hidden away.

Though they had never met him, it was not difficult to tell from Vast Sea Douluo and Amorous Douluo's descriptions that this person's realm far surpassed everything within their understanding.

He was an existence they simply could not contend with, much less defeat.

"Are we just supposed to wait here? Grandpa Long, can't Gu Yue and I really go in and take a look? Maybe we can help?"

"In terms of bloodline, no one here can compare to the two of us. With our help, Brother Luo might... he might still be saved!" Tang Wulin was also frantic beyond measure. He could