Lin Qian's face was ashen, and he suddenly kicked forward, sending the figure flying.
Taking Lin Qian's full-force kick head-on, Huang Xingyu was naturally not feeling well either. He flew backward, grunted heavily, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, Lin Qian raised a hand to cover his chest, blood spurted incessantly from between his fingers, nearly impossible to stop.
A bottle appeared in his hand, and Lin Qian quickly pulled out the cork, drinking the potion inside in one gulp to restore his condition.
As the potion entered his stomach, the medicinal power instantly erupted, and Lin Qian's injuries immediately healed, appearing as if he hadn't been hurt at all.
Having recovered his wounds, Lin Qian finally exhaled a breath and looked over towards Huang Xingyu's position ahead, feeling heavy-hearted.
At this moment, Huang Xingyu standing in front of him indeed appeared rather shabby in his attire, looking somewhat disheveled.
