"Uncle Qiushui! How are you? You must hold on! Don't fall asleep!"
As Gu Chenfeng anxiously checked Ling Qiushui's injuries, he also channeled his Ice Attribute Spiritual Power into Ling Qiushui's body to stabilize her injuries as much as possible.
Ling Qiushui's injuries were becoming more severe, her breath increasingly weak, with blood constantly flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her life was ticking away.
Unfortunately, Gu Chenfeng's cultivation was too weak, and his Ice Attribute Spiritual Power was limited.
Moreover, without a powerful Healing Pill, it was almost impossible to stabilize Ling Qiushui's severe injuries.
But Gu Chenfeng did not give up.
"Uncle Qiushui, can you hear me? You must hold on!" Gu Chenfeng kept shouting, and Spiritual Power was continuously infused.
"Are... are the senior brothers here?" Ling Qiushui weakly asked, her breath weakening further, her consciousness already beginning to blur.
