Bluetile Courtyard.

Cloud Mist’s face was pale. As she looked at the weakened Qin Yu who was laying down on a bed, she had a worried expression.

When Cloud Boundless opened his eyes she hurriedly asked, “Clan Elder, how is he?”

“He’s not going to die.” Cloud Boundless lightly said. But, he couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows together. This brat had nearly been beaten into pieces. Torn skin and muscles were one thing, but he had at least several dozen broken bones. Even for the abyssal demon race that possessed tyrannical bodies, these were severe injuries.

But for some unknown reason, he thought there was something strange about these injuries…and, this brat Qin Yu’s vitality was exuberant and lively to the point of being scary. It didn’t match up at all.

Was he faking it?

But that wasn’t right. This boy might have some skills, but it was impossible to fake his strength. In the face of a top class Demon Commander that could condense a Dominion, being beaten to a pulp was natural.

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