Upon hearing his father's words filled with helplessness and hope.
A spark of excitement ignited in the Blood Princess's eyes. She nodded eagerly and, along with the maid, carefully helped Xu Wendong up.
At this moment, Xu Wendong was like a withered leaf beaten by the frost in late autumn, his body limp and weak, leaning there lifelessly.
His complexion was as pale as frost, radiating a sense of deathly desolation, and the bloodstain at the corner of his lips was unbearably glaring.
His breathing was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.
The two dared not slacken in the least, gently lifting and slowly moving him, each step taken with utmost caution, fearing that the slightest mishap would cost Xu Wendong his life.
Subsequently, they reached the Blood Clan Holy Land — the Blood Pool.
