The Healer More Powerful Than A Warrior - Chapter 442 - 442: The Dying Teammate

Liu Shangming was heavily wounded in the previous siege, already at the end of his rope, but that’s relative.

Even now, with Liu Shangming gravely injured, he remains a Demon General, incapable of being confronted head-on by someone like Fan Yun, a Second-Turn Professional.

As Liu Shangming’s aura surged wildly, Fan Yun felt an inexplicable pressure.

The Demon General’s oppressiveness acted unreservedly on him, making him feel as if he was suffocating.

In his usual time undercover beside Liu Shangming, he had never experienced this, because Liu Shangming’s human identity was merely that of an average Professional.

But as far as Demons are concerned, a Demon General already equates to the level of a Third-Turn Professional.

This is certainly not something a Second-Turn like Fan Yun can battle against, even if Liu Shangming is currently injured; Fan Yun is certainly not his match.

Unless Liu Shangming is on the verge of death, otherwise, Fan Yun stands no chance at all.

“Die!”

Liu Shangming darkly snarled, his figure moved and disappeared from the spot, appearing directly in front of Fan Yun the next moment.

His speed had reached a level that Fan Yun’s eyes could no longer track.

Fan Yun was completely unable to react, only seeing a shadow flash before his eyes as his left arm was severed, along with a large tear across his chest.

And this was merely a casual strike from Liu Shangming.

“Hehehe… Stay here and wait for death’s torment,” Liu Shangming laughed cruelly.

Fan Yun had already fallen to the ground, his entire body convulsing from the intense pain, as the tear in his chest brought blood rushing to his throat, triggering a severe coughing fit, and causing him to cough blood repeatedly.

Such an injury would lead to a normal person lasting less than two or three minutes before perishing.

But as a Second-Turn Professional, even with such injuries, Fan Yun wouldn’t die immediately; in the absence of medical aid, he might last for an hour or even half a day before dying.

In times like these, with manpower scarce everywhere, there are no treatment resources immediately available for Fan Yun.

So he can only endure the torment quietly or take matters into his own hands.

Liu Shangming laughed heartily, feeling rather pleased, then he wanted to turn and head for the Anomalous Spatial Rift as per the Demon Lord’s request.

Even though he didn’t know what he was supposed to do after going, since it was the Demon Lord’s command, he could only comply.

However, he still harbored apprehension; a seemingly inexplicable mission gave him a sniff of danger.

He chose to follow the Abyss Demon God merely in pursuit of power, not because he was foolishly seeking a deity to worship.

If the Demon God’s command puts his life at risk, he wouldn’t willingly face death.

But given the uncertain situation now, he could only proceed first to see for himself, as he had no means to overtly defy the Demon Lord’s orders; he could only passively resist.

However, at this moment, Liu Shangming suddenly sensed an immensely powerful aura appearing in front of him.

Under the pressure of this aura, his entire body shivered with terror, standing rooted in place, unable to move.

“Demon Monarch?”

The oppression from a superior immediately gave Liu Shangming a clear answer in his mind.

As a Demon General, he would only feel this way when facing a Demon Monarch or Demon God.

But for the Demon God’s true body, whether or not it could appear in the Human World is uncertain; if it appears, it couldn’t freely exert its power, potentially showing less capability than a Demon General.

And the person before him evidently showed no signs of concealing his strength.

The aura of the Demon Monarch rampaged unchecked, causing the surrounding space to warp and even rupture under its pressure.

This fellow had seemingly reached the peak achievable by a Demon Monarch, only a step away from becoming a Demon God.

Or perhaps, this Demon Monarch might possess Demon God-level power but has chosen to maintain the rank of Demon Monarch.

Liu Shangming couldn’t move at all and could only open his eyes wide in a futile attempt to express his horror and fear.

But the other clearly had no patience for chit-chat, and with a mere grasp, the space around Liu Shangming collapsed instantly, following a chilling sound of breaking bones, Liu Shangming was compressed into a small ball no larger than a fist.

The shadow casually waved its hand, and the flesh ball was flung away, its whereabouts unknown.

But one thing is certain, Liu Shangming was now dead beyond doubt.

Unless he was an Undead type of Demon General, under the condition of being crushed into a fist-sized flesh ball, it’s impossible to survive.

After these actions, Lin Ye looked at the severely injured yellow-haired youth on the ground.

Lin Ye recognized that this yellow-haired youth was among the gang of young hooligans trailing Liu Shangming that day when Lin Ye found him in Shenzhen.

At that time, Lin Ye didn’t pay much attention, but now, it seems this yellow-haired youth must have been an undercover agent from the Demon Hunting Army planted beside Liu Shangming.

Judging from the wounds on the yellow-haired youth, it was apparent Liu Shangming deliberately inflicted such suffering.

Without at least a Third-Turn Holy Professional for treatment, survival would ordinarily be improbable.

Moreover, even if he were saved, his life would be drastically altered, unable to partake in any labor, not to mention continuing to serve in the Demon Hunting Army.

Unless there is assistance from Holy Healing Technique…

But at this moment, Lin Ye’s body was enveloped in swirling dark energy; how might he appear capable of using Holy Light Technique?

Moreover, Fan Yun, though on the brink of death, had his eyes wide open, glaring furiously at him…

Which was normal, given that Lin Ye was an extraordinarily powerful Demon Monarch now.

Lin Ye glanced over briefly, then turned and left without looking back.

…

“There are wounded here!”

“These are severely injured; get them back for treatment as fast as possible!”

“Urgent! Urgent!”

Minutes later, a small squad from the Demon Hunting Army rushed over, finally discovering the dying Fan Yun lying on the ground.

Upon seeing members of the Demon Hunting Army arrive, Fan Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

Yet as the squad began treatment, an unexpected guest’s arrival triggered their alertness.

“Who!”

The members of the Demon Hunting Army immediately assumed a combat stance, looking toward the commotion’s source, but were left stunned.

In their sight stood a figure ablaze with white flames.

“Don’t be rash, he’s here to help!”

Yuan Danqing immediately halted his team members, speaking excitedly.