He pressed down on her shoulders and carefully checked her from head to toe.
Shen Cheng was not seriously injured, just a scrape on her ankle that had broken the skin and was oozing some blood.
Shi Yu looked at the streaks of fresh red, a terrifying dangerous aura emanating from him, his gloomy eyes suddenly turning a blood red.
He turned his head and roared, "No need to leave any survivors!"
As soon as he spoke, the pain in the wound on his chest surged, causing him to frown and press his hand against his chest.
"Hiss..."
Shen Cheng's face changed, and she anxiously grabbed his hand, "How are you?"
Shi Yu looked at her, surprisingly smiling, "It's a minor injury, won't kill me."
His face was pale, and his resolute face oozed thin layers of cold sweat, clearly indicating the injury was not light.
Shen Cheng knew he was acting tough.
Because the impact just now was indeed too harsh.
