I Contracted Myself

"Ah Hu, Tiger, don't sleep!"

Even though Zhao Yanlong had mentally prepared himself for death, seeing Zhao Yanhu weakly close his eyes, he instinctively called out.

At this moment, Zhang Ping stepped forward, his body shifting from a Pure Water Body to flesh and blood. Instantly, he felt suffocated, the air thick with the smell of sulfur.

In such an environment, an ordinary person would last no more than ten minutes before falling into a coma and eventually dying.

One has to admit, the vitality of an Awakener is truly tenacious, almost like a cockroach.

Zhang Ping then switched to a Pureblood Body, channeling a portion of his blood into Zhao Yanhu's body, intending to stabilize Zhao Yanhu's condition before he could think of a solution, lest Zhao Yanhu die first.

As his blood mingled with Zhao Yanhu's, he suddenly seemed to see a man.

This was a red-haired man, standing alongside a gigantic roc. As he looked up at the enormous bird, his smile was as dazzling as the sun.

Zhang Ping was momentarily stunned, and the vision vanished.

"Who was that man?"

While treating Zhao Yanhu, he pondered silently.

Once Zhao Yanhu's injuries were stabilized, he proceeded to treat Zhao Yanlong. As expected, when his blood came into contact with Zhao Yanlong's, he saw a new vision: the red-haired man riding a giant firebird, soaring across the sky.

The vision flickered and disappeared, never to return.