Chapter 1584: Refuge

The old man lay on the ground, the shattered wooden barrel beside him, and the crimson liquid staining the earth around him. He could no longer immerse himself in the liquid, and without it, his life was fading fast. Michael rushed over, supporting the old man in his arms. At this point, the old man was barely recognizable, his consciousness hanging by a thread. With only his last breath remaining, he was on the brink of death. Desperately, Michael applied acupuncture, but it was clear the old...