Yehui was still stabbing Wu Jie with her dark longsword. His body had already been riddled with holes, and now he could not even get a word out.
Huo Yuhao spoke up. "That's about enough."
Hearing this, the dying Wu Jie felt that he could finally be released, while Alba, beside him, thought he might have a chance to survive.
Yehui stopped what she was doing, glanced at Wu Jie before her, and then panted in great, heaving breaths.
By now, Yehui had more or less vented the fury in her heart, so she offered no objection when she heard Huo Yuhao say this.
But Huo Yuhao continued, "You've stabbed him so many times that his nerves and mind have probably gone numb already. There's no point in carrying on like this."
"I can heal his wounds, and you can take the opportunity to catch your breath. It won't take long for him to return to his previous state, and then you can carry on..."
At Huo Yuhao's words, Yehui nearly stumbled, almost losing her footing and falling to the ground.
The dying Wu Jie began trembling desperately all over, trying with all his might to shatter his own heart meridians and end his life early.
But with Huo Yuhao's spiritual power suppressing him, this was clearly impossible.
As for Alba, pinned to the ground, his face was now ashen. He felt that perhaps dying back on Douluo Star would not have been such a bad outcome.
Of course, Yun Ming, who was in the Sea of Consciousness, said rather helplessly to Huo Yuhao at this sight, "Senior... never mind. I won't say anything."
Austin Griffin, beside him, was eagerly looking forward to this turn of events.
After steadying herself a little, Yehui glanced at the dark longsword in her