Ains
"Are you injured?" Medala stepped on the broken bricks in the ruins and walked towards He Ao.
At this moment, in her field of view, He Ao almost seemed to be a man covered in blood, with his whole body bathed in blood touched by gray-purple radiance.
"It's not too bad." The last flicker of flames converged within He Ao's body. He lowered his head, glanced at the fine wounds and blood seeping from his hand, and shook his head slightly, casually replying.
He glanced at Medala, "Are you alright?"
Earlier, He Ao deliberately allowed those dark forces to cover Medala, obstructed by the angel power he left on her, which also became a sort of shield to block off the extended impact from He Ao and Des's battle.
So Medala, at the moment, did not seem to have any injuries.
