Ding Zhen clenched the sword, gripping it tighter and tighter.
At this moment, Yang Fujian could no longer hold back and called out to the ancestor in his Divine Sense.
"Ancestor, how is my father? Tell me the truth, what can I do for my father?"
"He... lacks qi and blood, cannot break through, I've only managed to hang on to his life."
"Lacks qi and blood? Then let's go hunt another Golden Core Stage Demon Beast!"
"It's too late... The time it takes you to go back and forth, including the battle, Yang Shi won't be able to hold on. Forget it, go and see your father, he wants to see you one last time."
Yang Fujian was stunned for a moment, then he quickly ran inside.
"Father!"
He knelt in front of Yang Shi's half-body, watching his qi and blood wither away, a fleeting look of determination in his eyes.
"Use my qi and blood! My qi and blood can re-consolidate your flesh and body!"
He drew his sword and slashed towards his own belly.
Whoosh!
