On the Ink Mountain Range, Xu Qing and the captain were fleeing rapidly in the sky.
More than half of their blood-colored armor had shattered and their bodies were covered in shocking injuries.
Many of the wounds had rotted and their auras were extremely weak.
They even had some fatal injuries on their bodies. One of Xu Qing's arms was limp, there were several holes in his stomach, and the location of his heart was badly mangled. It seemed like it had exploded and he had barely managed to keep it together.
The captain was in a similar state. There was a serious wound on his kidney area, and the most serious injury was on his neck. It was as though it was about to split apart.
However, it had to be said that the vitality of the Black Heaven Race was tenacious. Even with such injuries, they still sped with all their might while the black blood kept splattering on their way.
It was as though death was nothing to them.