In an instant.
Countless daggers plunged fiercely into Xiao Heng's body.
His body was covered with numerous tiny wounds.
The blood on his body stained the daggers.
Qingxuan pursed his lips, immediately using the Divine Farmer Tripod, trying to heal Xiao Heng's wounds.
However.
No matter how much restorative green light fell on Xiao Heng, those tiny wounds on his body never changed.
The blood on the daggers slowly slid off, merging into the ground.
This area had long been arranged with an Array, and although it wasn't fully set up, it was mostly formed.
Bright red blood flowed along the lines, unexpectedly emitting a faint golden light.
Qingxuan gritted his teeth, intensifying the spellcasting.
But it was still useless.
The wounds on Xiao Heng's body were so small, yet they were impossible to heal no matter what.
In the air.
