Chapter 1722. Spirit River 8
Don’t need to ask, just listening to the sizzle sound of flesh being corroded, Su Luo knew Beichen Ying’s back injury was very serious.
How to resolve this venom? Su Luo was so anxious that she was spinning around in circles.
“Luo Lou, quickly think of a way ah, Beichen Ying is about to die!” Zi Yan was so anxious that tears almost rolled out of her eyes.
Right now, because it was hard for Beichen Ying to hide the pain, his face was pale without a trace of color. Bean-sized beads of sweat tumbled down, his face was twisted because of extreme pain. At this moment, his entire body was lying on the ground, trembling non-stop.
Su Luo quickly went up, and with one pull, ripped off the clothes on Beichen Ying’s back. As a result, that pitch-black as ink wound immediately appeared in front of Su Luo’s eyes.
As Su Luo expected, the wound on Beichen Ying’s back had a coin-sized flesh that was corroded off by the venom. Moreover, this wound was spreading in all directions non-stop. If Su Luo didn’t do anything, this wound would extend out to his entire body. At that time, even if an immortal descended, Beichen Ying would have already become a charred black skeleton.
Zi Yan continuously pleaded with Su Luo to help. But Su Luo had never encountered such a toxic poison, she was also a bit powerless. However, if she didn’t treat it immediately , Beichen Ying would really be dead for sure.
“Blood Clotting Pill, take a Blood Clotting Pill and try it!” Su Luo had no other methods, as a result, she quickly took out an Emperor-ranked Blood Clotting Pill.
At the same time. Su Luo’s sleeves moved slightly. Suddenly, a sharp dagger appeared in her hand.