When they reached the Sacred Envoy, they found his entire body charred black, with wisps of white smoke rising from him. Whether he was alive or dead was unclear.
His right hand had been completely severed, leaving a bloody mess, and burns of varying severity covered his skin. His condition looked grim.
Shocked as Chen Hao was, he also silently counted the man lucky. If the black maggots' freakishly tough bodies had not absorbed the lethal surge of lightning, the Sacred Envoy would never have survived long enough to be injured.
He hurriedly examined him with the Heavenly Eye Art and found that, despite his severe injuries, his heart was still beating.
He immediately took out the Golden Needles and jabbed them into several vital points on the Sacred Envoy's body.
Realizing that Chen Hao was saving him, Xiang Wencun immediately asked in curiosity, "He wanted to kill us. Why are you saving him now?"
Only after inserting the Golden Needles did Chen Hao explain, "He's a Sacred Envoy. Without him, we might not even get out of this Mist Forest, let alone find out when we can meet the Saintess."
"You mean you want him to guide us?" Xiang Wencun caught on at once.
A short while after the needles were inserted, the Sacred Envoy, whose breathing had been faint, suddenly opened his eyes.
The instant he opened them, however, he let out an agonized howl. The pain throughout his body was enough to tear his nerves apart.
With Chen Hao's current medical skills, he could easily have eased the Sacred Envoy's suffering and even healed his wounds. But he did neither, leaving the man to scream.
Once he had screamed enough, Chen Hao smiled. "Your right hand is gone, and you have extensive burns all over your body.