Medicine Valley, where cultivators were coming in and going out constantly. Many cultivators looked exhausted, bearing injuries, yet they still couldn't afford to rest.
Those who could walk on their own like them were still considered lucky.
There were even more who were missing arms or legs, or were so gravely injured that they couldn't leave their beds.
Below the Sky Ravine, a fierce blood battle had taken place, wherein the invading Blood Race was nearly wiped out, but the Soaring Dragon World also paid an unimaginable price.
In the recorded history of the Soaring Dragon World, there had never been such a large-scale battle with such heavy casualties.
In front of the thatched cottage, on the chair where Zhuang Bufan once sat, Lu Ye sat weakly, covered with a thick beast skin blanket, occasionally coughing lightly.
The Little Miracle Healer was right beside him, examining his injuries.
