"Not good!"
As Jiang Dali sensed something amiss, Po Jun beside him also uttered a low cry.
On the opposite side, Lian Chengbi and Wu Ming, who were pressing their palms together, both swayed.
Especially Lian Chengbi, whose face suddenly turned pale. The blood bags pouring into him from Wu Ming and the blood pills entering Wu Ming from him hadn't yet traversed to the crucial meridians and acupoints, but suddenly, they uncontrollably shot back to hover between their palms, about to merge back into each other's bodies, returning to their origins.
At that moment, their palms emitted a vibrant red glow, the power of Qi-Blood stirred the surrounding air currents to hiss, and the situation reached a critical juncture.
Even the blood bars above their heads, in Jiang Dali's eyes, were near depletion, with only a layer of blood skin remaining, almost all Qi-Blood stored within the blood pills.
"This village chief is getting anxious! I will lend you a hand!"
