"Huh? Reciting the name of the Supreme One?!"

The person Fang You had admired for decades was right in front of him, and he couldn't help but shout it out.

"Alright, don't say anything yet, keep an eye on the person."

As soon as the words were spoken, the four figures vanished from their spot, leaving only a series of sharp sonic booms echoing from afar.

——

Jiang Wuyuan completely fainted halfway there.

Fang You and Pei Feng, whose cultivation had been sealed, were left at the military headquarters by Nian Qingfeng.

He then carried the unconscious Jiang Wuyuan, whose injuries had worsened despite being forcibly given several doses of healing medicine, straight to Xia Fusheng's office building.

"Old Xia!" Nian Qingfeng kicked down Xia Fusheng's door. "Quickly, quickly call your personal physician over!"

Xia Fusheng's gaze was first drawn to the wooden door that had once again turned into pieces. He sighed almost imperceptibly, and then looked at the figure that Nian Qingfeng was carrying on his shoulder.

Although you can't see their faces from this angle, there are only a handful of people on the entire planet who would be treated this way by Nian Qingfeng.

Xia Fusheng's pupils contracted, and he quickly walked over.

As you get closer, you can smell an extremely pungent stench of blood.

"Xiao Yuan? What's wrong with him?" Xia Fusheng's gentle and kind expression almost faltered for a moment.

Night Owl: How could someone have injured Jiang Wuyuan like this?

"Call that woman over here, quickly."

Nian Qingfeng didn't have time to argue with Xia Fusheng.

Jiang Wuyuan's aura is getting weaker and weaker, and even high-level healing potions are not working. We must call for reinforcements immediately.

"Okay." Xia Fusheng quickly dialed one of the contacts in his bracelet.

"Hey, Xiaochen, come to my office right now."

Experiments? Forget about the experiments yet. If you don't come soon, the future of humanity might be in serious trouble.