Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1255 - 556: Secret Affair

Che Xintai rushed ahead, positioning herself back-to-back with Song Zhenrong.

The rest of the team swiftly assembled a formation with the pair at its core.

In the haste, Che Xintai had only seized her Demon Suppression Gun, leaving her deeply uneasy in that instant.

Right as Che Xintai wavered on dispatching a teammate for backup...

She abruptly detected motion.

"Over there!"

Whoosh!

The Demon Suppression Gun hurtled from her grasp, streaking toward the noise.

Yet with a shrill scream, it was Song Xi—hand severed—impaled against the wall by the Demon Suppression Gun.

Che Xintai's heart lurched violently.

Whoosh!

From the gloom, a shadowy form exploited the chance while Song Xi hung pinned, vaulting upward and melting into the moonlight after leaping across rooftops.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

Song Zhenrong roared in fury, only to get restrained at once by the quivering Che Xintai.

"Save her first!"

Che Xintai had witnessed it.

In that split second, she glimpsed the creature's actual visage—it was... the Defiled Blood Clone Demon!

How could this possibly be...

Earlier in Fangtian Gate Alley, she had directed her squad to slay the Defiled Blood Clone Demon right on site.

Was the Fangtian Gate Alley one merely another clone??

The authentic body lingered undestroyed...

Che Xintai grew deeply troubled.

Prior to this, in Fangtian Gate Alley, she had guided the team in pursuing the Defiled Blood Clone Demon, demanding tremendous effort to finally vanquish it.

If that Fangtian Gate Alley fiend was merely a clone, then even the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's duplicates wielded formidable strength.

Moreover, the Defiled Blood Clone Demon that just fled outmatched the Fangtian Gate Alley specimen.

Could the one that escaped be the genuine Demon Body?

Or... yet another clone?

Demons capable of cloning typically spawn duplicates of consistent power.

Cases like the Defiled Blood Clone Demon, whose clones vary in might, stand out as exceptional.

Che Xintai had assumed the Fangtian Gate Alley version was the primary body because it surpassed the clone demon she faced earlier.

From her experience battling such clone demons, she determined the Fangtian Gate Alley Defiled Blood Clone Demon was the core entity, and destroying it would wipe out the entire threat.

Clearly now, the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's clones behaved most peculiarly.

Do these demon clones develop independently? Or harbor other extraordinary features?

Che Xintai remained uncertain; she needed to scrutinize all intel on the Defiled Blood Clone Demon for clarity.

Yet the immediate crisis was rescuing Song Xi.

Should Song Xi perish from her misfire, catastrophe would ensue.

Gripping her swollen belly, Che Xintai gazed fretfully at Song Xi, now pulled free from the wall.

Amid Song Zhenrong's thunderous cries, pandemonium erupted: urgent extractions, makeshift bleeding control, hustling her to the closest clinic, summoning Foolish Underworld healers...

Commands cascaded relentlessly, but Song Xi's life indicators kept plummeting.

Suddenly eyeing the barely breathing Song Xi, a dreadful notion seized Che Xintai's thoughts.

Had Song Xi already morphed into a clone of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon?

Whether from exasperation, her inner thirst for flesh and blood surged fiercely.

Alongside this raging hunger, the unborn child in her womb grew restless, kicking palpably.

Imminent labor, yet ensnared by this wrathful demon...

Che Xintai brimmed with anxiety and vulnerability.

She longed to reach out to that singular figure, profoundly vital to her and the babe.

…

Thud Thud Thud!

Deep into the night, frantic knocks jolted Doctor Zhao awake from his clinic vigil.

Before he could respond to the uproar.

Bam!!

The clinic door shattered inward from a savage kick.

A throng barreled inside, rooting Doctor Zhao to the spot in shock.

"Save her!"

The sudden bellow rattled Doctor Zhao.

But spotting their garb, Doctor Zhao's countenance shifted dramatically.

"Sir, sir, sirs of the Foolish Underworld, what happened?"

"I told you to save her!!"

The leader lunged at Doctor Zhao’s collar, bellowing savagely.

But...

Save, save her?

Doctor Zhao examined the woman tenderly laid upon the table by the group, his face contorting oddly.

This woman—hand lopped off, teetering on death's edge—expecting me to revive her... how? If I held such prowess, would I linger here hawking herbs in this humble clinic?

"Sir, sir, she is too weak and frail, with my skills, I really can’t do anything..."

"Useless!"

Few harbored great expectations from this tiny clinic's physician.

Yet Song Zhenrong found it impossible to hold back his rage.

His own sister was on the brink of death right before his eyes, yet he remained utterly helpless!

"Where is Miracle Doctor Mo? Has he arrived?"

"On the way... rushing here as fast as possible..."

Members of Foolish Underworld seldom witnessed Song Zhenrong erupt in anger, and never had they seen him lose control to this extreme—it was unprecedented.

"Defiled Blood Clone Demon... Defiled Blood! Clone! Demon!!!"

Song Zhenrong balled his fists with crushing force, his eyes blazing red like those of a furious lion.

Only because Song Xi’s life still dangled by a thread did he avoid exploding into frenzy.

"Captain Song, stay calm!"

Che Xintai, cradling her swollen belly, murmured: "I’ve already sent doctors from the residence rushing over overnight. My estate lies a bit closer, so they should arrive shortly. Plus, I’ve contacted several large clinics nearby, urging them to dispatch doctors to gather here. With so many physicians treating her, Song Xi will surely be fine."