Chapter 2301

Only Sakamoto remained on the scene, screaming in agony yet unable to die.

Zhao Chi sneered coldly, "See? The game you came up with yourself isn't bad, is it?"

How could Sakamoto still speak?

He could only howl wildly.

Good. This kind of howling is the most pleasant to hear.

Continue!

Sakamoto's internal organs had already twisted together, mixing with fresh blood in his belly into a single mass.

And at this moment, Sakamoto truly could not hold on any longer.

The healing effect of the silk threads had been exhausted.

Sakamoto completely stopped struggling and died outright.

However, it couldn't be confirmed whether he was truly dead — only a headshot counts.

Zhao Chi exerted force once more, and the hammer handle pierced out from the back of his skull.

Now he was truly dead through and through.

This hammer is too filthy — I'll pick up another one later, there are still more anyway.

Turning his head, he said to Shangguan Ting, "It'll be done in a moment. There are still three more to kill."

Shangguan Ting obediently nodded.

Obedient?

Zhao Chi gave her a strange look, then charged out.

A few seconds later, the three fleeing strong beastmen all died.

He returned to Shangguan Ting's side.

Shangguan Ting's face was covered in tears and bloodstains.

Her toothless mouth caved inward.

Her nose was crooked, with nosebleed flowing down to her chest.

Her whole body was covered in wounds that had not healed — still dripping with blood.

How could Shangguan Ting's injuries all over her body not have healed!?

Zhao Chi was extremely astonished.

He had clearly just gathered a large blob of blood plasma and thrown it onto her — how could it not have healed her?

Could it be that Shangguan Ting's HP is too high, so only a tiny bit was healed?

That can't be, right?

That was a huge blob of blood plasma.

Could it be that someone injured her again just now?

That doesn't add up either.

After Zhao Chi arrived here, no one had touched Shangguan Ting again.

Could it be that the distance was too far, causing the healing bodily fluid to fail?

Zhao Chi sprayed out blood threads once more, wrapping around Shangguan Ting.

However, it still could not heal her.

What is going on?

Is she injured too severely to be treated?

"Shangguan Ting, why can't I heal you?"

Shangguan Ting stared at Zhao Chi, wanting to speak, but her throat could only produce gurgling sounds — it was also full of fresh blood inside.

Zhao Chi gently lifted her head.

Shangguan Ting tilted her head and vomited out a large patch of blood plasma, only then being able to speak softly.

"Thank you…"

Her first words were of gratitude.

Zhao Chi shook his head: "Don't say useless things. Why can't I heal you? What's the situation?"

Shangguan Ting opened her single eye and weakly shook her head.

"I… cannot be healed."

"What?"

Zhao Chi found it hard to believe.

"Didn't that werewolf just heal you?"

"That was the werewolf's skill — only that werewolf can do it, no one else can… but he's dead…"

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so earlier? If I'd known, I would have let that werewolf finish healing you before I killed him!"

Shangguan Ting said weakly: "It's fine… I can't die yet either… I also can't die right now…"

Zhao Chi knew she was not afraid of death.

What she meant was that there were still several family members in her territory — if she died, those people would all be done for too.

Zhao Chi frowned as he looked at Shangguan Ting.

She lay on the ground, but all four of her limbs were twisted into grotesque shapes.

All four limbs were broken.

There was also a severed leg tossed under a pillar.

Her body was also covered all over with wounds and bruises.

The werewolf before only did it so that Shangguan Ting wouldn't die, so it didn't fully heal her.

It only counts as half-treated.

The wounds were still there, fresh blood still flowing.

But fortunately, after the werewolf finished treating Shangguan Ting, Zhao Chi arrived.

Although she was still covered in wounds, for now she probably wouldn't die.

But pain was certainly unavoidable.

Apart from her hands and feet, her body was also in terrible shape.

Beneath the tattered armor, there were many wounds deep enough to expose bone.

Cuts slicing through flesh were already the lightest of the injuries.

One rib was clearly exposed on the outside.

There were also a mess of other wounds that would bleed at the slightest movement; some might have already damaged her internal organs.

How could she walk in this state?

Moving even a little would probably cause excruciating pain, wouldn't it?

The biggest problem was that he couldn't carry her away right now—whether carrying her on his back or in his arms, her wounds would worsen.

She wouldn't die now, but if he took her away, she might die.

Zhao Chi asked: "I just heard those werewolves say your territory was sealed, and your spiritual power and such were sealed too, right? Can you use the system space?"

"I can."

"Do you have medicine? Can you take medicine to recover?"

"No."

"Do you have any other useful items? You're a squad leader, you should have plenty of good stuff, right?"

Shangguan Ting gave a bitter smile: "Long since used up. Everything useful has already been used…"

"Do you have any voice-transmission talismans?"

"I do…"

"Give them to me."

Shangguan Ting said: "Alright, but I can't move my hands. You'll have to help me lift it up."

Zhao Chi looked left and right; the left arm's injuries were lighter, so he'd lift the left one.

"Ouch—"

Shangguan Ting let out a soft, pained groan, then said: "A bit to the upper left."

Zhao Chi followed her instructions.

The next moment, a stack of voice-transmission talismans landed on her.