Chapter 871: The Hope-Flame of a Race's Survival!

A woman's voice, heavy with exhaustion, surfaced in Boreas Sharp's mind as the Blood-Drop Phoenix's massive head swayed faintly. Boreas Sharp froze, then hesitated. "Maybe… it'll still help. A little." The Blood-Drop Phoenix spoke again. "All the surviving beast races have powerful self-healing. We never needed external medicines to treat injuries. "But these five hundred years of shackles ruined my body down to the bone. There's no saving me anymore." Boreas Sharp lowered his arm and fell...