Gao Han's heart constricted.

    He knew in his heart just what kind of iron-blooded man Yang Henshui was very clearly. Even if his flesh was sliced apart blade by blade, Yang Henshui would not even frown. After all, for a Bitter Sea stage expert, unless their heads were destroyed or their internal organs were shattered into pieces, these were not fatal wounds. Mere pain could not be counted as anything for experts at this realm. 

    But right now, Yang Henshui had fainted.

    One could tell just how heavy an injury he had sustained from this fact alone.

    This absolutely was not normal pain.

    As they spoke, Li Changheng’s voice, after screeching like a pig being slaughtered, gradually weakened. He slowly lay beside Yang Henshui, also fainting. Evidently, he could not stay conscious any longer. 

    "Crap!" Gao Han hiddenly cursed.

    The injuries of the two must be even more terrifying than originally expected.

    Wen Wan knelt down and inspected the two. As his hand extended towards the burnt wounded areas on the two's body, there was a scorching flame that was hot like a blade surging out, posing an extremely strange sight.

    "This is the power of fire poison, and it's not a normal fire poison." There was a rare serious expression on Wen Wan's face, "Quickly return. This fire poison is most likely something...