"Master, you must hold on!" Tears filled Xiao Song's eyes as he prepared to carry Ye Fan on his back and return to the Big Dipper Immortal Soil.
The Heavenly Emperor presided over that land. He would surely be able to keep Ye Fan safe.
The others looked grave as well, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Those finger marks and fist holes... were all Dao injuries, the most troublesome wounds to treat.
Many who suffered such injuries were doomed to lose all their cultivation.
The very mention of Dao injuries made people pale. Nothing was more dreaded.
Ye Fan's body was broken, and as Xiao Song carried him on his back, he bled without cease along the way. The news shook the universe.
"What? This was the outcome?"
Across the universe, the mighty gaped, exchanging stunned looks. The powerful Sacred Body Ye Fan, a man who defied the heavens, might actually perish in the end.
"What a terrible pity!" Everyone sighed.
Such an ending made people wring their hands in regret-he should have worked miracles and reached the pinnacle of glory, yet instead, he had met such a bleak fate.
Everyone knew how difficult it was to treat such severe Dao injuries sustained during an Emperor Tribulation. This meant Ye Fan would most likely lose all his cultivation, and might even die.
His injuries were simply too severe. On the return journey, Ye Fan briefly awoke from his coma only once, opened his mouth slightly, then fell unconscious again.
His broken body was covered in blood. The finger marks and fist holes had yet to heal, and sacred blood seeped from them from time to time, impossible to stanch.
His Primordial Spirit was even dimmer, on the verge of being extinguished.
"How could this happen?!" Huahua struck