"Why are you here?"
Xiao Yi looked at the newcomer with disbelief.
This hurried arrival, covered in blood, with a face pale as a ghost, was none other than the Second Peak Master of the Heavenly Tao Pavilion.
At this moment.
The Second Peak Master was drenched in blood, with a dark wound on his chest, blood gushing out. Black smoke clung to the wound, like maggots, constantly gnawing at his flesh.
Preventing the wound from healing.
Dark, thick blood flowed continuously from the wound.
If it weren't for this sinister black energy, with the Second Peak Master's Saint King Realm cultivation, he could have easily healed the wound in mere moments. But now, it not only failed to heal, but was worsening.
Xiao Yi wanted to approach, but hesitated for a moment.
His wedding with Fang Qingzhu was just a step away from completion. Interrupting it now wouldn't be a good omen.
Sensing Xiao Yi's hesitation and anxiety.
