But the truth was that, aside from Sikong Jing, no one had been able to tell that those people were from the Thoughtless Sacred Sect.
Even now, Weng Ting did not know whether Sikong Jing was telling the truth...
In any case, they should just go along with him and boost their morale first.
"Still stubborn even at death's door." However, Pei Fenyi simply did not believe what Sikong Jing and Weng Ting had said.
Shaking his head, Sikong Jing said no more. Instead, he looked at Weng Yinke and said, "Head Weng, let me support you."
With that, Sikong Jing reached out and placed his hand on Weng Yinke's shoulder, which was writhing like an ice worm.
At that moment, Weng Ting, Zhang Duiyi, and the others hurriedly cried out, "Junior Brother Sikong, don't!"
Weng Yinke also wanted to stop him, but when he opened his mouth, he could not utter a word. He felt as if his entire body were about to freeze stiff.
He felt that he was going to die!
Yet just then, Sikong Jing's hand had already settled on him.
Instantly, Weng Ting and the others widened their eyes and cried out in alarm, "Junior Brother Sikong, let go, quickly!"
It was obvious that something was terribly, terribly wrong with Weng Yinke's condition.
Those writhing ice worms were spreading throughout his entire body. With something so terrifying, Sikong Jing's strength absolutely could not withstand contact with it.
One had to know that Weng Yinke was an Emperor Martial Stage powerhouse, yet even when he circulated all the true qi in his body, he could not stop its spread.
The moment Sikong Jing touched him, he would surely be infected as well.
Whether it was Weng Ting, Zhang Duiyi, or Hua Meixi, all of them were