The Demonic Humans' Private Money?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wang Ye killed one demonic human after another and quickly cleared the remaining demonic humans.
He cleaned the area with crushing strength.
He also gave each of the demonic humans that were shot by Yu Shuiqin's ability arrows previously a stab to make sure they were all dead.
Then, he drank the healing potion, HF3, to recover from his injuries. The potion also replenished his energy slightly, preventing any future danger.
After an easy victory, Wang Ye quickly rushed to the bushes where Yu Shuiqin was already checking on Huang Zirui and Song Shuyi.
"How is it?" Wang Ye squatted and pressed on Huang Zirui's pulse.
It was quite powerful.
"They have fainted. Brother Rui's injuries aren't light, and Shuyi is only slightly injured." Yu Shuiqin heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he was still alive.
"Wake up, wake up!" Wang Ye patted Song Shuyi's face hard.