Cursed

"What happened?" Feng Rong's gaze was fixed on An Di. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood dripped from his nose and the corner of his mouth.

"Take me to the room," An Di said, his voice hoarse as he leaned against Feng Rong for support.

Feng Rong hurriedly nodded as she escorted him to his room.

She couldn't figure out what had happened to him. She knew this man was strong enough to defeat the Demons, but what happened in the city caused him to be so badly injured?

An Di's body, meanwhile, was on fire. An Di's body, meanwhile, was on fire. His mind was a jumbled mess, and he couldn't even understand what had happened.

Everything should be according to the book, but what went wrong?

Soon after, Feng Rong helped him to lie down on the bed, and she sat in the corner. Her eyes were concerned as she locked her gaze on An Di.