"Ugh, ugh!" Though Xia Yu didn't claim to be a seasoned killer, she had seen her share of bloodshed, yet she couldn't help but gag at the sight of the writhing, blood-maggot-like Bals.
After steadying her breath, she glanced at Pei Yan beside her and saw that he also looked quite uncomfortable. Knowing he was forcing himself to endure the nausea, Xia Yu asked, "How do we deal with him?"
Unable to stand the bloody smell any longer, Pei Yan put on a face shield and switched to internal breathing. After a few breaths of fresh air, he said agonizingly, "We can't just put the confinement ring on him. If we do, his self-healing ability will surely slow down, and with such injuries, he won't last until we reach headquarters."
With that, he bent down next to Bals, placed a hand on his forehead, and asked, "Hey, still alive? Can you hear me?"
