Hu Guang moved like the wind, swiftly darting to Junior Brother Hu's side. He set him down, took out a top-grade healing Spiritual Pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Relax. Refine the medicinal power quickly!"
Junior Brother Hu gave a miserable, bitter laugh, showing no sign of refining it at all.
Having cultivated to the Moonlight Realm Late Stage, he naturally knew what injuries were fatal. Though he was of the Demon Race, with a powerful physique and abundant blood and qi, suffering such grievous wounds meant there was no hope of survival—unless he had one of those legendary divine medicines capable of bringing back the dead.
His earlier cry for help had merely been an instinctive terror of death.
"Cough..." Junior Brother Hu spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, murmuring, "We've disgraced Purple Jade..."
It had been a foolproof arrangement, yet they had still been forcibly dragged down with one casualty. Once word of today's events spread, they would surely become a laughingstock, and his death would further tarnish their coming victory.
"That's not true." Hu Guang's heart bled. Though they were not of the same race, they were both of the Demon Race. Moreover, Junior Brother Hu had grown up under his watch, and they were as close as father and son. Seeing Junior Brother Hu in such a miserable state, while knowing that everything today had been arranged by his own hand, filled him with both guilt and anguish.
"How could this happen..." Junior Sister Bao stood at the side. Even someone as powerful as a Moon Jade Realm cultivator had her mind thrown into turmoil by the scene, and lingering fear rose within her. If Lu Ye had targeted her just now, then the one lying on the ground