"Finally… out of danger!"
When Zhao Jiaqi weakly climbed ashore, she was so exhausted she couldn't move.
She had used the last of her spiritual energy on the talismans, completely draining herself.
Ning Mengyao and Xu Zhi Rou together dragged Lin Fan ashore.
But he still stared dumbly at the pitch-black sky.
If it weren't for his breathing, one might think he was dead.
"Lin Fan, don't scare me, what's happened to you?"
Seeing Lin Fan's condition, Ning Mengyao was heartbroken.
But through his tattered clothes, she could see no external injuries, and his skin was even more delicate than theirs.
It was only his dull eyes, seemingly void of a soul.
No matter how much Ning Mengyao called to him, there was no response.
"He must be demented,"
Xu Zhi Rou looked at Lin Fan worriedly.
No one could match him in medical skill, but sadly he couldn't heal himself.
