Bailu raised his right hand, and the sharp nails on his right hand made an unusually deep gash on the wrist of his left hand. In an instant, blood spattered everywhere.

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand were straightened, and the other fingers were all bent. The finger pointed towards the wrist of the left hand where blood was flowing, and pointed with a bright red blood column on the silver light surrounding Shanhe Mountain.

Blood gushed out from the egret's cut left wrist, flying into the silver light like a waterfall.

In an instant, the color of the light changed from silver to the bright red of blood.

Shan Heshan, who was lying suspended in the light full of blood, trembled his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes. The blood-red color in those eyes no longer existed, replaced by the innocence of the past.

Egret moved the fingers of his right hand, and a blade-like red light rushed into the light that enveloped Shan Heshan, and cut Shan Heshan's wrist.

Slowly closing her eyes, the egret sat cross-legged on the ground, and saw a huge bloody lotus blooming under her legs.

The red lotus rose with red light, and the red light enveloped the egrets and egrets.

The egret's heart moved, and the jade in the heart bloomed with brilliance, dyeing the inside of the egret's body silver.

But he saw that the blood on the silver light was flowing towards Shan Heshan's wrist in an orderly manner, and then from Shan Heshan's wrist to the inside of his body.

The egret's wrist was also constantly releasing blood.

Until two-thirds of the blood in his body was delivered to Shan Heshan, the egret's face gradually became pale.

Egret wanted to cover her wrist to prevent the blood from flowing, but Shan Heshan's body was like a bottomless pit, which could absorb all the blood no matter how much it was.

His voice gradually became hoarse, and the blood in his body slowly drained, until only one-tenth of the blood was left in his body.

The egret's face was unusually pale, and the blood on his face seemed to have been drained.

The scene in front of him shook in all directions, and the egret's consciousness gradually faded away. The egret lowered its eyes and fell on the bloody lotus.

"Oops. Stop the blood flow of the egret quickly, otherwise the egret will die."

Yi Hucheng's eyes widened suddenly. He quickly rushed to the egret's side, and with a wave of his hand, he cut off the blood flying from the egret's wrist.

Holding the egret in one hand, Yi Hucheng held the egret's wrist with the other hand.

Despite this, there was still a steady stream of blood spilling from the egret's wrist.

"What should I do? Is there anyone who can heal me? If this continues, sooner or later all the blood will flow out."

Yi Hucheng glanced at the pale egret with pity, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and said.

Everyone also frowned and shook their heads in unison.

If they were asked to fight, their eyelids would not twitch even if they knew they would die on the battlefield.

But if they are asked to heal their injuries, this is simply a fantasy.

The only one among them who can heal is Egret!

The next moment, everyone's pupils narrowed slightly as they looked at the egret.

But he saw the egret being held by Yi Hucheng lying in the air, glowing with a sacred and inviolable silver brilliance.

Her body was as light as floating catkins, rising slowly.
Chapter completed!