Cough, cough, cough!
"Junior Brother Luo! Senior Brother Zhang! Where are you?!"
After great difficulty, an inner disciple crawled out from the dust and rubble. A streak of crimson blood still stained the corner of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale!
He had only just managed to stand upright. Clutching his chest and gasping for breath, the worry and panic in his eyes were nearly tangible!
Rustle...!
Just as this inner disciple disregarded the injuries within his body and forcibly circulated what little divine power he had left, desperately searching the skies for Luo Hou and another fellow senior brother!
The faint sound of rubble and dirt shifting in the distance suddenly reached his ears!
The instant he heard it, the inner disciple of the Supreme Yao Divine Palace became so agitated that his blood surged, turning his face even paler. He hurriedly flew toward the source of the sound!
When he saw that it was his senior brother, struggling to crawl out of a mound of rubble and earth, the inner disciple quickly dug him out!
Puff...!
The sound of vomiting blood rang out at once!
"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, how are you? Are you all right?!"
"I... I'm fine! I won't die anytime soon!"
This inner disciple called Senior Brother Zhang was filthy and disheveled, his clothes already torn to tatters!
The instant his junior brother pulled him from the rubble, the impact he had suffered earlier—by far the heaviest—caused his internal organs, which had nearly shattered, to make him violently cough up another mouthful of blood!
"Senior Brother! Quick, take the pill and stabilize your injuries first!"
"All right!"
Seeing the healing pill his junior brother offered him, Senior Brother Zhang did not waste a word. He snatched it up and shoved it