Li Xiang didn't offer any words of comfort. A strong man has no need for them.
And Yaki Toto was just such a tough man. When Li Xiang had treated his wounds, carving away the necrotic flesh without any anesthetic, the old man hadn't so much as grunted. His face remained a mask of stoicism; he had only clenched his jaw.
About five minutes later, Yaki Toto lifted his head. He wiped away the bloody tears, picked up the Tier Four Battle Saber Li Xiang had given him, and continued onward.
Li Xiang nodded, gesturing for everyone to follow.
"Stop," Luo Feifei said, suddenly halting. "Nineteen jaguars are closing in."
