Watching the clouds disperse in the sky, Ye Qing let out a sigh of relief and quickly rushed to Fat Jiao's side.
Fat Jiao was still lying on the ground, blood constantly pouring out from his body, looking severely injured, to the point that his consciousness seemed unclear.
Ye Qing looked at Fat Jiao like this and felt at a loss. With ordinary masters, he might have ways to help with bandages and the like. But the wounds inflicted by the Two-Winged God's power on Fat Jiao were ones he couldn't handle at all.
The blood on Fat Jiao continued to surge out, and his breath grew increasingly weaker. It was apparent that Fat Jiao was on the brink. If this continued, Fat Jiao's life might truly be lost here.
Seeing the situation, Ye Qing grew more anxious. Did Fat Jiao endure so much from the Heavenly Thunder only to die here?
Looking at Fat Jiao, Ye Qing suddenly remembered something. He quickly stood up, running towards the cave while shouting, "Jiao, hold on! Hold on!"
