At that moment, the body lying on the ground let out a painful groan:
"Fang Cheng..."
Hearing this familiar voice, Fang Cheng instantly stopped his pursuit and turned around.
Cheng Jiashu slowly opened his eyes.
Now the eerie green light in his eyes had completely faded, returning to a human clarity, though his gaze held weakness and exhaustion.
His voice was dry, and he called out with difficulty, then struggled to prop himself up and said:
"Don't chase after him, be careful of an ambush; that old ghost still has tricks up his sleeve..."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately dispersed the Protective Golden Flame around him and quickly walked over to crouch beside Cheng Jiashu.
"How are you, can you stand up on your own?"
He grabbed his friend's arm and pulled him up from the muddy blood.
Cheng Jiashu shook his head with a bitter smile and, with Fang Cheng's support, barely managed to stand, spitting out blood-stained saliva:
