"Quick!"

Darryl was anxious as he yelled, "Weston had run away. Get him—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Darryl felt his vision go black, and he sank to the ground. He had been stabbed twice with a sword, so he had lost too much blood. Even with his strong internal energy for protection, his severe injuries had weakened him.

Whoosh…

Suddenly, Sheryl's delicate body flashed forward as she quickly dashed toward Darryl's side to help him. "You are too weak. You have to heal yourself first. Let the b*stard live for a few days."

Sheryl looked serious. She thought Darryl's safety was far more important than catching Weston. After all, he was the Divine Dragon Clan's Dragon Lord.

Sara's acupoint had been released, and she quickly ran toward Darryl. Her delicate face looked worried. "Brother, how are you?"

Darryl took a deep breath, smiled, and comforted her. "I'm okay. I won't die!"

Then, Darryl looked at Andy, who was still unconscious. "What about Andy?"

Sara went to