Wu Da felt that the magic energy in his body was almost exhausted, and his hands felt a piercing pain, but he still gritted his teeth and held on to the corner of the bend.
Whoever came from there would be hit with a stick.
A slight sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Wu Da only saw a flash of black light in front of his eyes. He thought it was the magic light blade again, but the black light came too fast, and his magic talisman copper stick had not fallen yet.
The black light was already firmly imprinted on his chest.
Only then did he see clearly that the black light was not the magic light blade shot out by Master Flash, but a strong and powerful palm of Master Flash.
There was a crisp sound of broken bones in Wu Da's chest, and his seventh-level magic defense was shattered by Master Flash with one palm.
Wuda Wuda only felt a huge force, as if it was overwhelming, and he flew out, falling from one end of the passage to the other. The clothes on his chest were shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere with the strong wind.
On the strong chest muscles, there was a palm print as black as charcoal, and the marks of five fingers were clearly visible.
Wuda was spitting out blood, his eyes flashing with anger, surprise and suspicion.
Master Flash is worthy of his name, he did not live up to the reputation of being weak. His palm was so fast that it was indeed a flash. When his palm hit Wu Da's chest, Wu Da saw Master Flash standing in front of him and felt the palm hitting his chest.
Looking at Wuda lying on the ground, Master Flashing Shadow showed a look of contempt: "Your magic power is very strong, but it's a pity that you met me. My Flashing Shadow Fist has never met an opponent in the Nine Demon Realms."
Nangong Wei saw Master Flashing knock down Wu Da, and excitedly directed his men: "Go tie that guy up for me, escort him to the Demon Martial Realm and hand him over to the leader of the Ancient Demon Sect."
Master Flash sneered: "I'm afraid you can't take him away. Six of his ribs are broken. He was hit by my Shadowless Palm. Few can survive. He is going to die. This is the price of betraying our demon clan."
After hearing Master Shanying's decisive words, Nangong Wei showed a look of regret. He still wanted to accept Wu Da for his own use, but he was beaten half to death by Master Shanying. What a pity.
A cold shout came: "That may not be the case."
Ye Feng appeared in the passage of the cave. He gently placed his fingers on Wu Da's chest and felt the skin on his chest was as hot as fire. There was a black palm print on his chest and a burnt smell.
His divine eye swept across Wu Da's chest, and the magic core was actually cracked, which shows how powerful Master Flash Shadow's palm was.
Wu Da's eyes began to blur. He held his breath and struggled to say, "I didn't let them come... cough..."
As soon as Wuda opened his mouth to speak, blood spurted out again, soaking his clothes with blood.
Ye Feng's fingers quickly circled around Wu Da's chest, so fast that they almost turned into phantoms. Nangong Wei said contemptuously: "What are you doing? Are you drawing a spell? Do you want to save him? It's useless. This kid is dead. Even the Golden Immortal can't save him."
Ye Feng did not speak. His fingers were not drawing talismans. Instead, he was wrapping all the black diseased energy and death energy in Wu Da's chest and abdomen around his fingers and forcibly pulling them out of Wu Da's chest.
Wu Da was hit by Master Flash's palm, his sternum was broken, his magic core ruptured, and his entire chest was filled with black death energy. He was half dead.
Ye Feng's Medical Heart Sutra has reached the highest level of earthly medicine. At the third level of human medicine, he can perform the art of disease transfer and position change, and transfer the disease and death energy of the injured to other objects to treat the injured.
Ye Feng has tried it many times and it has always worked, but not many people use this disease-transferring technique to treat demons.
When treating Wu Da, the black disease and death energy in Wu Da's body had a strong pulling force. Ye Feng had to use a large amount of divine energy to pull the black disease energy out of Wu Da's chest.
When the black air was pulled out, the dark palm print on Wu Da's chest actually became dim and gradually disappeared, but the palm print was still there, appearing darker than other parts of the skin.
After pulling out the disease and death energy from Wu Da's chest, Ye Feng flicked his fingers lightly, and the black disease and death energy was injected into a demon warrior standing in front of Nangong Wei.
Ye Feng wanted to treat the man with his own method and send the black energy into Master Shanying's body. However, Master Shanying was an eighth-level magic element master and had an eighth-level magic element defense system on his body. If the black diseased energy could not be injected into his body, it would drill into Wu Da's chest again, and there would be no way to save him.
These demon warriors were of lower level and had weaker magic defense, so they were unable to block Ye Feng's disease transfer technique. To be safe, Ye Feng injected all the disease and death energy into the body of the demon warrior.
The demon warrior suddenly began to twitch all over, spitting blood. His body curled up strangely, and he stopped breathing without even a scream.
Seeing the soldier in front of them suddenly fall to the ground and die in a horrible way, Nangong Wei and others were so scared that they retreated one after another.
Because the passage was narrow and there were so many demon warriors, they retreated in fear together and suddenly became a mess. Some demons were pushed to the ground and trampled, and they let out miserable screams.
Nangong Nu’s face was pale. He was more worried about being attacked by Ye Feng. His voice was hoarse due to excessive fright.
He shouted hoarsely, "It's witchcraft. Don't be afraid, don't run, stand still."
With Nangong Nu maintaining order, it took a while for the rioting crowd to calm down. They all became frightened birds. Ye Feng's every move was useless. More than a dozen demon warriors were trampled to death and hundreds were injured.
Nangong Wei realized that letting too many people into the cave was not a wise choice, so he ordered most of the demon warriors to withdraw and guard the fork, ready to obey orders at any time.
Master Flash was also frightened, but he did not retreat. He stood there like a log, without making a sound, secretly strengthening his whole body's magic defense.
Wuda, who was on the verge of death just now, took a deep breath, as if waking up from a nightmare, sat up from the ground, his eyes wide open, a look of horror on his face.
"Am I dead? Oh my god, I'm still alive."
He touched the place where his palm was on his chest, and found that the palm print had completely disappeared. The feeling of dying just now was very terrible, but fortunately he was alive.
He was surprised to find that the broken magic core had healed again, and the broken ribs had returned to their original state, all healed as if they had never been broken.
He knew that it was Ye Feng's doing. The first time he was hit by Master Flash's ultimate magic blade, his bones were shattered. Ye Feng applied some kind of elixir on his body, and his broken bones healed in an instant.
This was the second time Ye Feng saved him, and Wu Da showed a look of gratitude.
"Thank you, Master Ye, for saving my life."