Looking at Huo Xiedao, bound by countless blood-colored chains in the center of the hall.
Everyone frowned.
Too tragic...
Almost no good flesh on his entire body.
His limbs were in a shriveled state, as if all blood and flesh had been drained, leaving only skin wrapped around bones.
And the blood-colored chains binding Huo Xiedao seemed to be breathing, expanding... contracting.
With each expansion and contraction, they absorbed the blood qi and power of his soul from Huo Xiedao's body.
Huo Xiedao uttered "Run quickly" with what seemed to be his utmost effort.
Ba Xiyue frowned, "Stop talking for now, let us rescue you first."
In such a situation, how could one possibly inquire what exactly happened?
Moreover, looking at the situation, if he wasn't rescued soon, he'd be sucked dry.
Immediately, Ba Xiyue turned to Yang Shao, Chu Ran, Ye Qiubai, and others, "Please, everyone, lend a hand."
