Mist filled the Poison Marsh, and damp, putrid air shrouded the entire wild forest.
The terrifying battle, fierce enough to crush peak demigods and approach the Wasteland Martial level, had finally drawn to a close.
Only lingering traces of eerie, mutating energy remained between heaven and earth, slowly dispersing through the air with a heart-pounding sense of corrosion.
In a clearing in the distance, Uncle Fu and Shuilong woke one after the other.
Both had multiple shattered bones, severely damaged meridians, and hideous wounds covering their bodies where the uncanny deep-sea power had corroded them. Their injuries could hardly have been worse.
Uncle Fu in particular had suffered a devastating injury that caved in his chest and abdomen. Together with the corrosion affecting his rule power, it had all but severed most of his remaining vitality.
Fortunately, the moment they escaped, Andy had taken out several silvery-white, high-tier healing injections and plunged them into their bodies without hesitation.
Only as the cool, rich medicinal power flowed through their meridians and throughout their bodies, rapidly repairing damaged flesh and meridians while arresting their dwindling vitality, did their bodies finally stabilize on the verge of collapse.
Their worsening injuries had been checked and begun to improve slowly, allowing them to wake. Otherwise, neither would have escaped death this time.
The moment he woke, Uncle Fu pushed himself upright against the ground, his expression taut and his eyes still filled with lingering terror. Seeing Andy beside him, he asked urgently.
"Young master, are you all right? Where's that monster!?"
As he spoke, he instinctively tried to rouse the remaining rule power in his body and raise his divine astral force to guard against his surroundings, terrified that the horrifying Deep-Sea Monster might suddenly appear beside him.
"Don't move."
Andy raised a hand to