The arm fell to the ground, oozing foul-smelling blood.
Zhao Ya brought some knife wound medicine and hemostatic ointment, and used a clean cloth to bandage Meng Lei's wound.
After finishing all this, looking at Meng Lei again, although his face was still pale, the dark aura between his brows and eyes had dissipated significantly.
This also meant that Meng Lei's life was spared.
This was the only solution, after all, that Diao Ruhai was a Martial Artist at the third realm, whose Poisonous Sand Palm had reached the realm of divinity. Plus, it was an ambush, and Meng Lei was completely unprepared for it.
This caused him to be deeply poisoned, beyond the reach of ordinary methods for detoxification.
"Chief of the Escort, how is he?" Lin Sheng asked.
Everyone was equally concerned.
"It's okay, he won't die!" Meng Lei said in a deep voice.
Meng Lei was indeed a master of Great Success in Membrane Forging. Even with such serious injuries, he could still recover quickly.
