The Blood Sword Sect was razed to the ground, the disturbances were about to subside, the Dharma light dissipated, and the God-Slaying Clan who had fled in panic dared to return to the devastated battlefield. When they found Tian Huan, half of his body was buried and his breath was weak.
The ancient little tripod was hanging above Tianhuan's head, emitting a faint green light towards his broken body. The horrific wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If Nolan Rong saw this, he would definitely be amazed that someone could survive a blow from a saint.
When Tian Huan woke up, he was in a cave, far away from the battlefield of the Blood Sword Sect. It was occupied by people from the Shenjian Ridge and other major sects, so they could not show up. Since a major sect had intervened, it was not advisable to stay here for long.
Seeing someone coming back carrying someone behind him, Tianhuan stood up with a serious expression.
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