The Netherworld Envoy slowly opened his eyes, and the Ghost King, seeing him, hurriedly asked.
"Who did this to you?"
When he saw the Netherworld Envoy's injuries, the Ghost King was quite astonished in that instant. It was well known in the area that the Netherworld Sect had been wreaking havoc for many years, always reigning supreme. Recently, they had reached a point where just sending out the Netherworld Envoy was enough to deal with those timid people.
But the Ghost King hadn't expected that today the Netherworld Envoy would be beaten to such a deathly state, with all his internal organs damaged. With such injuries, if not treated promptly, death was certain.
"It was, it was a young man, I don't recognize him, Ghost King, please grant me a Blood Pill!"
