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The claws of the Giant Bat completely pierced through his shoulder, each claw hooking in and instantly shattering his bones. A horrifying blood hole appeared on Yan Qing's back, organs damaged, blood gushing out. He felt a wave of darkness wash over him, nearly fainting.
"Yan Qing!" Tan Ming's eyes flashed with a complex emotion.
Without a moment to think, Tan Ming quickly pulled a sharp knife from his pocket and plunged it fiercely into the Giant Bat's wing. The creature let out a hoarse screech that pierced the air, its sound sharp and ear-piercing, causing pain to the eardrums.
Tan Ming yanked the knife out of its wing and aimed for the other wing, but the bat deftly dodged. The Giant Bat flapped its wings and flew into the air, crashing around wildly.
Fan Xiaonan swiftly took out a slingshot, aiming a stone at its eye, holding his breath and focusing intently. In an instant, blood streamed from one of the bat's eyes. It let out a heart-wrenching scream, its voice chillingly mournful, before flapping its wings and flying out through the window again.
Pain! Yan Qing's face turned as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolling down like rain.
Tan Ming held his hand tightly; though he tried to keep his voice patient, it trembled with urgency. "Just a moment, just a moment."
He looked at Yan Qing's back wound and the severely damaged organs, feeling momentarily at a loss as his gaze anxiously swept over the crowd. His own back had also torn open again from the intense movement, oozing crimson blood.
Xiao Wang Yi was pushed to the front once more. Seeing Yan Qing's current state was utterly daunting; there was a huge gaping hole in Yan Qing's back where shattered white bones mixed with blood, flesh mangled beyond recognition—especially gruesome.
Xiao Wang Yi stared at the horrific wound, feeling helpless.
He looked at the injury, sweat beading on his forehead, nervousness rendering him paralyzed.
"Save him!" Tan Ming shouted at him, his voice as if it could shatter everything around them.
"I can't save him!" Xiao Wang Yi was on the verge of tears.
"Can't we use the Messenger Tool?" Tan Ming growled.
"I've used all three chances!" Xiao Wang Yi was almost crying now.
"What do we do? What do we do?"
Xiao Wang Yi was equally anxious. He stared at Yan Qing, a voice in his mind urging him to save him. But Xiao Wang Yi's hands trembled, and he felt utterly helpless. How could he save him?
His gaze sharpened.
Tan Ming's heart sank. He clenched his fists, knowing that if Yan Qing were to die, he could never forgive himself.
Pushed aside, Qi Qiuluo stepped forward through the crowd, and upon seeing Yan Qing's miserable state, his expression darkened. His first thought was that Yan Qing would definitely not survive like this. A wave of inner turmoil washed over him.
Yan Qing's face was contorted in extreme pain, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like pearls strung on a thread. He gritted his teeth, his lips nearly bitten through, and blood oozed faintly from his gums. His eyes were bloodshot.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. Was the messenger going to save himself? This voice was something only Yan Qing could hear.
Self-save! Yan Qing was frantic, shouting impatiently. The voice had spoken two words, but unfortunately, Yan Qing couldn't catch them clearly.
Ah! Yan Qing suddenly pushed Tan Ming away with all his might, raising his head high and letting out a piercing scream that seemed to pierce the heavens. His eyes turned crimson in an instant, glinting with a chilling light that struck fear into the hearts of those around him.
His clothes tore apart under the impact of an extraordinary force, making a ripping sound as his limbs and body underwent a shocking transformation in an instant. His muscles bulged rapidly, and his bones cracked audibly.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Qing had completely transformed into a powerful wolf with a sleek physique and limbs brimming with strength.
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