Crossing layers of darkness, Ji You stared directly at that fine thread.
The Little Golden Dragon was still crying out anxiously, circling in distress. Liu Fufeng's condition was clearly worsening. If they didn't find a way to free him from the entanglement of those silk threads, Liu Fufeng might not make it.
The Little Golden Dragon glanced at Ji You. It couldn't quite understand where Ji You got such composure, actually remaining unmoved.
Ji You stood quietly, motionless, like a statue, not a single strand of hair stirred.
The Little Golden Dragon turned to Liu Fufeng,
Liu Fufeng's blood had slowed in its flow, but he seemed as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, his entire face was dull.
The Little Golden Dragon felt a tightness in its heart.
Ji You was still standing unmoved.
The Little Golden Dragon vigorously shook its tail and went to fiddle with the treatment instrument that was tossed aside, but under this shroud of darkness, it couldn't be activated.
