Chapter 482 Life is hanging on the line

"Geng Jie! Geng Jie, hold on! Geng Jie! I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was the one who hurt you..." Wang Tai looked at his dying appearance, and watched the blood flowing down the two sharp corners with a miserable state, and even the voice choked up.

"Bang!"

Geng Jie was thrown out by the seventh-level beast and fell heavily under the tree not far away. Two holes were stabbed in his abdomen, and blood was pouring out of his mouth. He looked at Wang Tai in the swamp with difficulty, and saw that he had sunk down. The mud had reached his neck. If he couldn't come out, he would really die there.

He covered the wound on his abdomen with one hand, as if he wanted to block the outflow of blood, but he couldn't block it. Seeing the seventh-level beast rushing around in place due to injury to one eye, the thick hoof foot stepped on the ground one footprint. After seeing him with the other eye, it seemed to be staring at him again. It spewed out two breaths and was ready to rush towards him.

He knew that he could not survive, but if he could throw the vine to Wang Tai, perhaps he would have a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the vine next to him, endured the severe pain and pulled the other end of the vine back and held it in his hand. Seeing the seventh-level ferocious beast rushing over, he gritted his teeth and threw the vine in his hand hard towards Wang Tai.

"Catch it!"

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, he felt that his eyes were shaking, and then it turned black and he fainted.

Wang Tai did not catch the vine because the vine could not be thrown to him, but at this time he was not thinking so much. When he saw the seventh-level ferocious beast hit Geng Jie, he shouted sadly: "Geng Jie!"

However, just when he thought Geng Jie would be picked up by the ferocious beast's horns again, he saw a middle-aged man in gray flew over with his sword. At the same time, a sharp sword energy cut down on the seventh-level beast. With just one sword, he cut off the head of the seventh-level beast.

He saw that Wang Tai in the swamp had already sunk, leaving only a head and a pair of hands stretching up in the mud, and immediately flew over and pulled him out.

"Geng Jie!" As soon as Wang Tai was saved, he didn't care about his mud and ran towards Geng Jie under the tree quickly.

The middle-aged man in gray also quickly stepped forward to check it out. He saw the two blood-filled wounds on Geng Jie's abdomen and did not speak for a while.

"Master He Feng, save Geng Jie! Save him! I beg you to save him!" Wang Tai begged with red eyes. At this time, he was completely confused and his mind was blank.

The middle-aged man in gray shook his head and sighed: "The injury is too serious and I can't save it."

"Impossible, impossible! There must be a way, there must be a way to save him!" Wang Tai shook his head and refused to believe it. He murmured, his eyes fell down, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something. He quickly took out a medicine bottle from Qiankun bag.

"Geng Jie, Geng Jie, you hold on, you can't die if you hold on!"

Seeing Wang Tai muttering like a devilish and taking out a medicine bottle to sprinkle it on Geng Jie's wound, the Lord He Feng said, "Wang Tai, calm down, the wound on his body is so big and blood is flowing so much. Even a very good hemostatic medicine can stop it..." He stopped before he finished speaking, and looked at the wound that was stopped by the medicine in surprise, and no more drops of blood oozed out of the wound.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!