The thick smoke dissipated, but Gu Yi still stood guard in front of Fang Jueyu like a towering presence. His clothes were a bit damaged, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. This was the first time Fang Jueyu had seen Gu Yi injured for so long.
"Gu Yi, are you okay?" Fang Jueyu asked with concern as he tossed over a high-grade healing pill. He never hesitated to be generous with his own people.
"Young master, it's just a small injury, nothing serious. He's hurt much more than I am!" Gu Yi swallowed the pill, and moments later, the medicine took effect, restoring him to a vibrant state.
Just as he said, Ryukawa Sukio's condition could only be described as miserable. The Orochi behind him had only three heads left, and Ryukawa Sukio had turned into a bloody figure.
The injuries on his body weren't from the battle with Gu Yi, but from the collapse of his own body.
