Before they had the chance to lie down and rest, they had started to fight.
Just as they began to get angry at the students who attacked them, Yan Yu's condition suddenly took a turn for the worse.
His usually pale face turned deathly white due to the strenuous exercises that his body had endured for the past few days. The prolonged running did help either, and it made it difficult for him to breathe. He gasped for air, but he could not get enough oxygen into his lungs. His face then turned green.
"Yan Yu! Are you alright?" Yang Xi immediately slowed down and went to Yan Yu's side.
Yan Yu shook his head with great effort as bead-sized sweat dripped from his forehead, and his bright eyes became blurry.
When they notice Yan Yu's condition, they knew that things went from bad to worse.
