Chapitre 352: Spitting Out A Tasteless Sugar Cane (2)

"Let me tend to your wound," Iliana said as she put her hand on top of Basil's abdomen. "It is already bleeding, so I can tell you don't have enough Qi to hold the blood off."

What Iliana said was correct, but Basil still decided to stop her. "Let's wait until we arrive at the tent. The camp is closeby—I am sure a couple of minutes poses no threat to my life." He didn't want to attract attention to his wound.

Pitter-patter.

Most of the people had lost their horses. Some had even lost their Summon and their Beast Companion, so most of them were running to the camp or riding their Transportation Artefact.

Although Deacon was ahead of them, they could still see Basil clearly due to their Mastery level over Magic and Body Forging Technique. Basil didn't know which of them was the Church's spy, as such, he couldn't show his weak side.