Inside the hidden fortress, gentle flesh power spread like a warm current, seeping into everyone's wounds.
The flesh at severed limbs slowly writhed and rejoined, shattered meridians mended themselves, and Tang Chong, Luo Yin, and the others, whose auras had been fading, visibly regained their color.
Tang Chong moved his formerly limp arm, feeling the true essence surging through his body again, his face filled with shock.
Such a feat was almost equivalent to reviving the dead and clothing bare bones in flesh. It could truly be called a miracle.
"We can catch up later," Lin Sheng said softly, his gaze sweeping over them.
"I already have a general idea of what happened over the years. Is Zhao Lingxiu in the Southern Qi Imperial City now?"
"Yes." Ling Yu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stepped forward, her voice still slightly hoarse.
"She seized Jushi City and sacrificed five hundred thousand citizens to summon a projection of the Evil God. The entire Imperial Capital is enveloped in a blood-sacrifice array, which drains the power of the earth veins and living beings day and night to worship that Evil God.
"Zhou Yuanhu was only the vanguard. Her main force is still in the Imperial Capital."
She bit her lip and added,
"That Evil God is incredibly powerful. It has even completely altered the Spirit-Severing Calamity."
Her voice trembled as she spoke. After all, being able to affect the workings of an entire world showed just how powerful that Evil God was-so powerful that it lay utterly beyond their comprehension.
Lin Sheng nodded, his expression unruffled.
He was not particularly concerned about the so-called Evil God. After arriving in the Ghost Whale World, he had confirmed that, at least for now, there was no true Desolate Tier being