Treatment

The green-armored protector by Xue Ying’s side grabbed him and—xiu—flashed down to the ground. With a wave of his hand, he flattened the entire ground, and only after doing so did he place down the gold sculpture-like Xue Ying. Si Kong Yang, Palace Head Chen, Mountain Lord He and the others rushed over from the sky.

The green-armored protector hurriedly said, "Treat him, quick! He can’t hold on for much longer—we can’t delay any longer!"

"He Yuan, come quickly and have a look." Palace Head Chen looked towards Mountain Lord He.

"Mn." Mountain Lord He slightly nodded. He solemnly examined Xue Ying, who was akin to a golden sculpture, before revealing a frown. With the armor completely covering Xue Ying, how could he even inspect him? Even magic could not pass through it.

"Open his mouth." Mountain Lord He looked towards the green-armored protector.