"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,Yang Qingqing couldn't worry about anything else. She pressed on Qin Yi's human acupoint, covering his mouth with one hand and helping him breathe.,In this lawless and desolate realm, the ones who control the spatial order are the strongest Ghost King and the ancient sects from Hell.。