After an explosion, the Touches of Death spread all around quickly dissipated.
The pavilion elders also fought their way out of the encirclement.
But when they searched for the Death God Messenger, they discovered that both the Death God Messenger and the Zombie Dragon had vanished. Only Qian Duoduo lay on the ground, his breath as thin as a thread.
"Duoduo!" Old Song cried out in alarm. She was the fastest, and hurriedly dove down to check Qian Duoduo's condition.
There were no obvious wounds on Qian Duoduo's body, but there was a pitch-black palm print branded on his chest, looking especially eerie.
Although Qian Duoduo was still breathing, his condition was terrible. It could be said that he already had one foot through the gates of hell, and his life aura was still declining.
Old Zhuang hurriedly followed her down as well.
Old Song shouted anxiously, "Lao Zhuang, save him, quickly!"
"Don't worry. Leave it to me!" Old Zhuang looked grave, then summoned his martial soul and began treating Qian Duoduo.
Yan Shaozhe, Qian Duoduo, and the others had all grown up under their eyes, so naturally they would not let anything happen to Qian Duoduo. Old Zhuang devoted all his strength to saving him and checking his condition.
But the more he treated Qian Duoduo, the more solemn Old Zhuang's expression became. In the end, he could only say in a low voice, "Duoduo's condition is very bad. He was hit by an extremely violent poison. The toxin is invading his heart meridians. If Duoduo hadn't instinctively used Soul Power to protect his heart meridians, the poison would have attacked his heart long ago, and he would have died from it."
"But even now, his situation is far from optimistic. My strength alone cannot treat him. I can