After regrouping, they flew farther and farther away, widening the distance from the criminals until the latter disappeared from sight.
That battle had been perilous indeed. Fortunately, Fan Lang's system had restarted in time, allowing them to carve out a bloody path. After counting heads, all ten were present. That was a blessing amid misfortune—at least no one had died.
Fan Lang had experienced countless life-and-death battles. To him, this was commonplace. Afterward, his expression remained calm, as though nothing had happened.
"Is everyone alright?" Fan Lang asked.
"Not exactly well, but at least we kept our lives," Bai Yun said with a sigh.
"Your wings are badly injured."
"If I can rest and recuperate properly, I'll recover in half a day."
"Everyone is injured and exhausted. We really need to find somewhere to rest properly. Let's fly a little farther. If we find suitable land, we'll stop there."
They flew on for some time and found a small piece of land, choosing it as their resting place. For the sake of safety, they employed various protective measures, setting up warning lines and defensive formations. If an enemy approached, they would be alerted immediately.
They rested there and treated their injuries. Thinking back on what had just happened, they all sighed with lingering fear. Some were grateful for Fan Lang's final charge and rear guard, while others were glad they had chosen to form an alliance rather than fight alone.
After resting for a while, one of the examinees used the light spirit he carried to contact three examinees he knew and called all three of them over.
The three already knew about the upheaval within Hundred Evils Prison and understood their own predicament even better. All of them chose to join Fan Lang's alliance.
The alliance of ten had