"Hah, hah, hah..."
Bondi panted violently. He had reached the streets on the outskirts of the city, where a few residents watched from a distance. Neither dared approach the two blood-soaked men.
Bondi glanced at the companion on his back. The man's face had gone deathly pale.
Damn!
Bondi hurriedly lowered his companion to the ground. Only now did he realize he had never stopped the bleeding. The man's severed arms had left a trail of blood all the way here.
"Hold on, hold on!"
One of his companion's arms had lost half its length, while the other had lost most of it.
Bondi tore a strip from his priestly robes and bound it tightly around each arm above the severed end. Then he gripped the man's arms, murmuring under his breath.
Soon, a gentle light emerged from Bondi's hands, stabilizing his companion's injuries and easing his pain.
With so much blood lost, it was fortunate that this priest's physical strength had already surpassed that of ordinary people, equivalent to the Awakening state. Otherwise, saving him would likely have been impossible.
After that brief emergency treatment, the priest actually regained consciousness.
"Keep going. Don't stop. Find the Archbishop in the city. We have to confront the Dierjia Royal Family!"
"Dierjia?"
"Hah, hiss, hah... yes. That Shadow Demon just now-someone in the Dierjia royal guard... someone can use it..."
"All right. Save your strength."
Bondi hoisted his companion onto his back again. He kept looking over his shoulder, but the heretic never came after them.
"Why isn't he chasing us? He could easily catch us. The two of us couldn't possibly stand against him!"
At that moment, Mulan was still lying on the bed in his bedroom at the Black Castle. He was in a lucid dream, his vision seeming to