Beiming Xue looked at Wang Yan, whose breath was growing weaker by the day, and pain and despair filled her eyes.
Over these past ten days, they exhausted every method trying to pull out the purple spear from Wang Yan's abdomen, but the spear simply couldn't be moved, as if it had taken root in Wang Yan's abdomen.
After spending over ten days, they all confirmed that no power whatsoever could shake the strong and mysterious divine power.
The wound could never heal, and even though Beiming Xue continuously cast "Ice Ripple," it only slowed Wang Yan's pain.
Whenever the power of demon patterns came within an inch of the purple spear, it would vanish instantly.
Thus, the wound persisted, and the blood kept flowing.
For these past ten days, Xiaoshui consistently knelt by Wang Yan's side, attempting to seal his wound with ice, but could only slow the bleeding.
If an ordinary person were to bleed continuously like this for ten days, they'd have died long ago.
