"Master, one of them escaped!"
The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc traversed the sky and landed beside Ye Wushuang. It glanced at the captured Black-Winged Youth. In the end, Wuxi of the Four Poison Young Masters had managed to escape.
Ye Wushuang said nothing, turning to look at Jiao Peng.
At this moment, Jiao Peng's entire body was tinged with black. His aura was chaotic, and his True Essence was dissipating!
"Brother Peng!"
Jiao Wei and the others quickly approached, looking at Jiao Peng with concern.
It wasn't that Jiao Peng was weak. It was because Wuxi and his group had the Jade Box, exploiting his weakness and holding him back.
Jiao Peng knew how incredibly important the Nether Life Pill was to him and the Flood Dragon Clan, so he could only endure their taunts.
"I'm fine... COUGH, COUGH!"
Jiao Peng gestured to the group. He coughed incessantly, spitting up mouthfuls of black blood, which made everyone even more worried.
