His arm dropped to the ground, foul-smelling, tainted blood oozing from the wound.
Zhao Ya took out some wound ointment and a clean strip of cloth, then bandaged Meng Lei's injury.
When he had finished and looked at Meng Lei again, his face was still pale, but the dark haze between his brows had faded considerably.
That proved Meng Lei's life had been saved.
There had been no other choice. Diao Ruhai was a Third-Realm martial artist, and his Poison Sand Palm had reached a truly extraordinary level. On top of that, he had attacked from the shadows, catching Meng Lei completely off guard.
The poison had seeped deep into him; no ordinary method could drive it out.
"Chief Escort, how are you?" Lin Sheng asked.
Everyone looked at him with concern.
"I'm fine. I'm not going to die!" Meng Lei said in a low voice.
Meng Lei was indeed a master who had perfected Fascia Tempering. Despite suffering such severe injuries, he was already recovering quickly.
He turned to Zhao Ya and asked, "Xiao Ya, what should we do next?"
Everyone looked to Zhao Ya as well.
Everyone had seen how Zhao Ya had performed in today's fierce battle. His alertness and composure had left a deep impression on them all.
It was no exaggeration to say that without him, everyone present would have been dead by now.
Before they knew it, Zhao Ya had become the one they all relied on. They wanted to hear what he thought.
Zhao Ya considered it for a moment, then said, "We have only two options. First, we can return to Forge-Iron Manor. The advantage is that it's closer. Or we can head straight back to Dancing Elephant City."
"In my opinion, returning to Dancing Elephant City would be better. After all..."