"Bai Ling!"
Lin Chen was the first to notice Bai Ling's condition, and he was the closest. He quickly stepped forward and immediately supported her back.
Looking again at Bai Ling's complexion, it was as pale as white paper.
"Bai Ling! Bai Ling!"
Lin Chen's hand was trembling slightly as he supported her back because he could feel that Bai Ling's body temperature was dropping rapidly. His hand felt like it was touching ice.
He turned his head, wanting to call for the Great Elder and others, and they had already arrived beside him.
"Let me take a look." The Great Elder was injured, but he still forced himself to move forward and placed his hand on Bai Ling's pulse.
As soon as he touched it, his expression changed drastically.
He stammered, "It must be my injury, it must be my injury..."
After saying that, he told Liu Gu, "You take a look."
