"Junior Brother Jin Shui?"
After enduring countless hardships and searching as though for a needle in the ocean, Lü Liang and the others finally found the dying Jin Shui amid the piles of corpses.
Jin Shui was like a candle guttering in the wind, his breath a faint thread, his life hanging by a strand.
Lü Liang acted decisively, quickly feeding Jin Shui several pills before pressing a series of acupoints on his chest.
Gritting his teeth and mustering every ounce of strength, he wrenched out the long saber lodged like a demon in Jin Shui's chest.
Blood instantly erupted like a fountain. Lü Liang hurriedly poured spirit liquid over the wound, stemming the bleeding with the urgency of someone fighting a fire.
He hoisted Jin Shui onto his back and raced toward the rear like an arrow loosed from a bow, arriving before Su He moments later.
Su He stared at the motionless Jin Shui. If not for his barely perceptible breathing, she could hardly have believed he was still alive; she would have thought he had been dead for some time.
Without hesitation, Su He took a third-grade Healing Pill from inside her robes and had Lü Liang feed it to Jin Shui to heal his injuries.
She then calmly instructed the others to tend to Jin Shui while the remaining people prepared to rotate onto the front line.
The fierce battle had lasted over half an hour. The fighting was exceptionally brutal, and both sides had suffered devastating casualties.
Behind Su He and the others, more than sixty gravely wounded companions had already withdrawn. Even Xu Wei and Cao Feng had suffered serious injuries and had been forced to retreat to recuperate.
Over a dozen companions had died valiantly in the passage, hacked apart by the