When I hurriedly shifted my gaze, there was a man collapsed with about half of his upper body burning fiercely.
It was a face I knew too. After all, he was someone I had seen just this morning.
The representative of the Ten Southern Kingdoms, Hoyan Kushan.
He, who had said he was going to join the other representatives, had also become a sacrificial victim. I hurriedly ran over and made Hoyan Kushan’s face point toward the sky. Because I thought that would reduce the pressure on his chest.
Nevertheless, Hoyan Kushan was still exhaling rough breaths.
His condition was already serious. The flames attached to his upper body somehow didn’t transfer to me, but they seemed to be endlessly gnawing away at Hoyan’s vitality. It was an aspect closer to a ‘curse’ than a ‘burn’.
If anything, should I say it was fortunate?