He was blown away by the impact, tumbling several times before regaining his balance. Without thinking, he immediately rushed inside, pushing against the earthen wall.
The leopard-man's self-destruction triggered a chain reaction of dust explosions, engulfing the entire warehouse in flames. The firelight filled Wang Yao's pupils, and he nearly suffocated.
Another fire!
Wang Yao rushed in with red eyes, but was thrown back by the shockwave of the violent secondary explosion. The sudden increase in temperature brought with it a scorching heat wave that almost cooked people.
Ignoring the dangers inside, he barely managed to steady himself and land. Just as he was about to pounce again, he suddenly saw a beautiful figure emerge from the firelight on the outside.
Wang Yao rushed over and saw that it was Chang Le. Without thinking, he quickly dragged the man up, retreated rapidly, used earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape from the warehouse area), and called for the reinforcements to retreat quickly.
The group moved a hundred meters away so that the aftershocks of the explosion would not affect them.
Wang Yao quickly arranged for people to be on the scene and called the fire department for rescue. He also told Ziguiti to control the situation and not let anyone get close, as there was a possibility of an explosion. Then, he ran over to check on Chang Le's condition.
Chang Le lay on the ground, her disguise no longer intact. There were traces of blast wounds on her face and body. She was pale, her eyes were half open, and she was not fully conscious.
"How is she?" Wang Yao asked anxiously.
The examiner said, "She's not seriously injured. She has minor internal organ and head injuries, and the rest of her body are just superficial wounds. With her recovery ability, there shouldn't be any problems. However, her supernatural abilities and mental strength are very stable, which is why she's currently unconscious. I suggest she be taken to the hospital as soon as possible."
Wang Yao made a quick decision: "You stay here to clean up the mess. Make sure to preserve any remaining evidence. I'm taking her for treatment!"
Wang Yao got Chang Le into the car, but didn't go to the hospital immediately. He spoke to Zi Guiti first, and Zi Guiti said, "Bring her to the tea shop. You're very close to here, and there's a medical room here."
On the way to the tea shop, Chang Le, who was lying in the back seat, groaned twice, then straightened up and leaned back against the seat.
Wang Yao adjusted the driving mode, unbuckled his seatbelt, and jumped into the back seat: "You're awake? How are you feeling?"
Chang Le leaned back, his brows furrowed, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "My head... my head hurts... cough cough cough!"
She coughed up some blood-tinged foam, because her internal organs had been injured by the shock. But compared to the internal injuries, her head, which felt like it was about to split open, was even more devastating to her.
She instinctively gripped the fabric beneath her, trying to open her eyes, but was immediately plunged into complete darkness.
"Lele!"
Wang Yao's shouts gradually faded into the distance.
She felt as if she were sinking into the water, her body heavy and heavy, drifting further and further away from the surface. The icy water rushed into her chest, and the suffocation made her chest and head ache as if they were about to explode.
Just as she seemed about to sink to the bottom, a familiar hand reached out from above, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her upward.
As she got closer and closer to the water, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed the back of her neck!
A ghostly figure pressed close behind her, whispering in her ear, a slightly hoarse male voice echoing:
"Lele, pick up the knife!"
"Not yet!" A cold voice came from above.
A thought flashed through her mind: It was Ye Buqi's voice!
The hand behind her suddenly disappeared, and Ye Buqi pulled hard, pulling her out of the water.
Air rushed into his chest, and Chang Le suddenly opened his eyes, the warm-colored ceiling coming into view.
Chang Le turned his head in a daze and found himself lying in a room.
"Lele!" Wang Yao rushed in, knelt down beside her bed with a thud, grabbed her hand with teary eyes, and said, "Lele! You're awake! You scared me to death!"
Chang Le's lips twitched: "I'm unconscious?"
"Mmm-hmm!" Wang Yao pouted.
Chang Le frowned slightly. She clearly felt that she had only been in a daze for a moment: "How much time has passed?"
Wang Yao held up two fingers.
Chang Le was shocked and propped his head up: "Two days?!"
Wang Yao shook his head: "Twenty minutes!"
(O_o)??
Chang Le: ...
Chang Le put her head back on the pillow, closed her eyes, and didn't want to pay attention to this oddball by the bedside.
Damn! It was only twenty minutes of acting, but she acted like she couldn't wake up!
Chang Le rubbed his throbbing head, calmed his breathing, and sat up. The movement aggravated his internal injuries, but the superficial wounds had already healed, with only one or two deeper blast wounds still bandaged.
"Hey? Where are you going? Aren't you going to rest?" Wang Yao watched her get out of bed, wanting to stop her but not daring to.
Chang Le went out to take a look, and sure enough, it was Xueming Tea House.
At this moment, Ziguiti walked over and saw her, so she quickly stepped forward: "Young Master, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Chang Le sat down on the sofa outside and took the warm water that Zi Guiti had poured for him: "It's nothing, just a minor injury. You'll be fine in a day or two."
Wang Yao sat down next to her, looking at her expectantly: "Lele! You really scared me to death! By the way, how did you escape?"
The cuckoo cried and looked at Chang Le, having the same question.
Logically speaking, it's unbelievable that Chang Le could only suffer such minor injuries under those circumstances.
That leopard-man was at the seventh level of cultivation. The power of his self-destruction at the seventh level, combined with the power of the bomb inside his body and the resulting dust explosion, was equivalent to the power of an eighth-level cultivation's ultimate move.
The instantaneous explosion and intense heat meant Chang Le wouldn't have had time to build up his strength to defend himself, and without building up his strength, he couldn't possibly withstand it. Yet now, Chang Le only suffers minor injuries.
Under their gazes, Chang Le frowned and shook his head blankly, saying, "I...don't know."
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