Wang Zhan could no longer hear.
Even if he could, the intense pain throughout his body had caused his consciousness to become lost in waves of turmoil and the gloom of the Abyss, unable to find the way he came from, nor see the way out.
Fortunately, Wang Zhan was not fighting alone.
Quietly, a call with no caller ID was dialed to Qin Ying's phone.
Qin Ying held back the tears welling in her eyes, picked up the phone, and spoke softly, her demeanor calm, showing no trace of sorrow or joy.
"Hello, this is Qin Ying."
Anyone who knew Qin Ying's number was no simple character, and her profession dictated that the queenly facade she presented to Wang Zhan was, in fact, her true persona.
Immediately, a cold yet clear voice spoke softly.
"Wang Zhan is close to death. You should be aware of the complications of the Blood Essence Pill. We need your help..."
