Chapter 282

"Oh... Senior Brother Wu, how could it come to this..." "Senior Brother Canjian? Senior Brother Canjian!!" Venerable Protector: "..." Mingmo: "..." Elder Douzhan: "..." Looking from afar, the gaping, blood-stained holes in the chests of both Wuchi and Canjian were chillingly conspicuous. Even Jian Wushen and Wu Liansheng were momentarily stunned by the tragic scene. Hum-hum-hum! A pressure quietly emerged as their palms simultaneously swirled with vast amounts of spiritual energy. Their movements were identical; each pressed their hands against the heart meridians of Wuchi and Canjian, struggling to hang onto that final, flickering thread of life. "Thump, thump, thump..." With every drop of their fingertips, which fell like raindrops, intense shocks of spiritual power rippled outward. Only then did the crowd realize that the wounds of Wuchi and Canjian were far more severe than they had imagined.