C251 Poison Gas(1)

As the dust settled from the sandstorm, a figure slowly emerged into view.

"Wang Yufei, come on, you've got to pull through!" The group was on edge, their nerves taut with anticipation. Aotian, who had been roughed up by several attacks, sported a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, yet he watched the center with hopeful eyes.

"Sorry for the worry, everyone. Hahaha