Su Muyao couldn't bear to see Wen Nanxi like this, her throat instantly filled with a taste of blood.
But Su Muyao pressed it down firmly, knowing Xiao Jihan was still by her side, she didn't want Xiao Jihan to worry.
Su Muyao took a deep breath, quickly stepped forward, and squatted down.
"Nanxi, Nanxi..."
Su Muyao looked at his shocking wounds, not daring to call out loudly, she trembled as she softly called him.
But Wen Nanxi had no consciousness.
As soon as Su Muyao's fingertips touched his icy scales, she felt a weak spiritual power pass through her fingertips, then quickly dissipate, like a candle in the wind ready to extinguish at any moment.
The system exclaimed in surprise, "Host, Wen Nanxi's Spiritual Energy is being devoured by these bronze pillars and chains, his breath is extremely weak, nearly completely dissipated, it's no wonder he can't maintain his human form."
"At this rate, he will die soon."
