"Water..."
Han Feng's voice was hoarse, as if it had been scraped with sandpaper.
He instinctively pulled a Middle Tier Qi Blood Recovery Potion from his waist pouch.
Normally, drinking a single vial would be enough to fully replenish his Qi Blood.
But now, downing one was like tossing a single drop of water into a steel furnace.
It evaporated in an instant, not even making a splash.
One vial, two vials, five vials...
In just half a minute, a pile of empty bottles had formed at Han Feng's feet.
Not only did the crimson on his face not fade, but it deepened into a frightening dark red.
His eye sockets had even sunken in.
It was as if the essence of his flesh and blood was being frantically drained by something.
'Something's not right!'
Zhang Hao, who had been watching him closely, had his expression change drastically.
He strode over to Han Feng in a single step and grabbed his wrist.
The next second, a searing pain shot through Zhang Hao's fingertips.
