Zhao Xuanqi didn't offer any further explanation and simply asked a question.
"Five comrades from the various sects have fallen. Seven more are severely injured and probably won't be able to participate in the coming battles. As for the rest, almost everyone is wounded, and their Primordial Qi is depleted by at least sixty to seventy percent," Zhuang Li reported.
Everyone who heard this couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
There were only about fifty disciples from the various sects gathered here in total. To have nearly a fifth of their number already become casualties was a truly startling figure.
"And you? What's your condition?"
Zhuang Li asked.
"My Primordial Qi is about fifty percent depleted, but I can hold on. It's not a problem," Chi Li said in a low voice. His voice sounded strange and hoarse; even when speaking normally, it carried a low growl that was almost hysterical. A red glint was faintly visible in his eyes.
