Then, his dry face, and even his almost completely dried-up body, was rapidly nourished by the powerful energy in Wang Zhong's blood. There was still hope!
"Lao Wang, Lao Wang, control the flow of your blood. Don't die for his life!" Simba shouted loudly. Wang Zhong was truly a child that never grew up. He still had to remind Wang Zhong at times like this. With Wang Zhong's divine blood, as well as Grai's powerful physique as a member of the Blood Race, even a corpse might be able to revive, much more if he was still breathing.
Grai's body was about to return to almost normal conditions. The purple blood vessels that appeared on the surface of his body also started to disappear. However, his consciousness was still drifting, as if it was not willing to return…
"Grai! Wake up! Grai!"