Qin Ming's mind went blank.
"What?!"
"All the Fellow Daoists perished?"
"What about Fellow Daoist Lin?"
A tempest immediately surged within Qin Ming's heart.
Among them, aside from the Feng Brothers, who were at Qi Refining Stage Eight, the other three had all reached the peak of the Qi Refining Stage.
Even so.
With such a lineup, Feng Yuan was somehow the only survivor.
"Alas, it is shameful to say. If I had not been with Fellow Daoist Lin Zixiao during our final escape, relying on his formation to cover our retreat, I likely would not have made it back either."
"As for Fellow Daoist Lin, when I fled, I only saw him being besieged by several cultivators at the peak of the Qi Refining Stage. I fear the odds are stacked against him." Feng Yuan sighed and spoke blandly.
The moment his words fell.
Feng Yuan's face suddenly flushed crimson. A trace of black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His expression twisted in unbearable pain as he clutched his chest and gasped violently.
Qin Ming clearly saw a dim aura of death flash through his pupils.
Seeing this, Qin Ming hurriedly took out a healing pill, intending to give it to him.
Cough! Cough!
"Fellow Daoist Qin, do not waste the pill. I have suffered fatal injuries. My meridians are now completely severed, and my Qi Sea Dantian has been shattered. No amount of healing spirit pills can turn the tide." Feng Yuan coughed up a mouthful of black blood and raised a hand to stop Qin Ming.
"Feng knows full well that I am already a dying man. Right now, I am merely forcing myself to cling to a single breath with the Gen Snow Pill."
Qin Ming looked at Feng Yuan with a complicated