With a sweep of her divine sense, Han Lian discovered that the other party was a Jihan Sect cultivator. However, the woman was in a terrible state, with only a single breath left. Han Lian immediately flicked a stream of spiritual power into her body, preserving that last breath.
Ranxi and the other two were only a step behind. After exchanging glances, they flashed to the injured female cultivator's side. By then, Han Lian had already stuffed a medicinal pill into her mouth and was helping her absorb its effects.
Once the pill took effect, the female cultivator slowly opened her eyes. Seemingly unable to see the people before her clearly, she looked utterly dazed. She tried to struggle to her feet, but Han Lian pressed a hand on her shoulder and said:
"I am Han Lian. How did you suffer such grave injuries? Who hurt you?"
All four of them were seasoned veterans. Whether the wounds on the female cultivator had been caused by the Polar Gale Zone or inflicted by human hands, they could tell at a glance. That was why Han Lian had asked.
Only then did the female cultivator's gaze finally focus. Upon seeing that the person before her was Venerable Han Lian, she said in a trembling voice:
"Venerable, please save Senior Brother! Someone... is using the Polar Gale Zone to hunt cultivators. They are..."
Before she could utter the final few words, she collapsed and died on the spot. In the next instant, her physical body turned to nothingness and scattered through the air, leaving Han Lian's supporting hand empty.
"Amitabha. This female cultivator must have used a secret technique to escape the Polar Gale Zone. She must have done so to deliver a warning."
Yun Chen said, pressing his palms together.
Yunxi nodded