"Quick!"
Darryl was anxious as he yelled, "Weston had run away. Get him—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Darryl felt his vision go black, and he sank to the ground. He had been stabbed twice with a sword, so he had lost too much blood. Even with his strong internal energy for protection, his severe injuries had weakened him.
Whoosh…
Suddenly, Sheryl's delicate body flashed forward as she quickly dashed toward Darryl's side to help him. "You are too weak. You have to heal yourself first. Let the b*stard live for a few days."
Sheryl looked serious. She thought Darryl's safety was far more important than catching Weston. After all, he was the Divine Dragon Clan's Dragon Lord.
Sara's acupoint had been released, and she quickly ran toward Darryl. Her delicate face looked worried. "Brother, how are you?"
Darryl took a deep breath, smiled, and comforted her. "I'm okay. I won't die!"
Then, Darryl looked at Andy, who was still unconscious. "What about Andy?"
Sara went to check on Andy and said, "He has just passed out; he should be alright for the time being."
Darryl felt relieved.
"Darryl!"
Suddenly, Quincy walked toward him. She felt ashamed. "We've misjudged you earlier."
At the same time, the other elites were also embarrassed. If Sheryl had not turned up in time, they would have killed Darryl by mistake and got wiped out by Lord Kenny.
Darryl smiled bitterly but did not respond to her.
Sheryl took a fiery red pill and handed it to Darryl. "This is the Dragon Spirit Pill from the Divine Dragon Clan; it is very effective in treating injuries."
Darryl took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation.
After he swallowed the Dragon Spirit Pill, Darryl could feel the sharp pain from his wounds being relieved. His body strength recovered gradually.
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