The battle had just ended when a faint, elegant fragrance rapidly spread through the air, followed by a beam of white light descending from above.
That white light was extremely peculiar—it was actually shaped like flower petals.
They drifted down gently, landing directly on Yu Tianheng and Fang Ling.
Without any delay, Ye Lingling activated her soul skill to heal them both.
Yu Tianheng's injuries were not severe. They were merely flesh wounds; no bones were broken, and only shallow marks remained.
Bathed in the white light, the blood on his hand stopped flowing, and under the miraculous effects of the Nine Heart Begonia, the wound rapidly healed.
Fang Ling's injuries looked serious, but they truly were somewhat severe.
The powerful current had passed through his body, leaving countless tiny injuries all over him.
Still, he recovered just as quickly.
The paralysis finally faded. Qin Ming set Fang Ling down, and Fang Ling began moving his limbs.
The battle had already ended the moment it was interrupted, but the atmosphere in the arena was rather strange.
It was so quiet that it felt suffocating.
Everyone's gaze had unconsciously focused on Yu Tianheng and Fang Ling.
Fang Ling was fine, his expression calm.
Although his clothes were slightly scorched and his hair had been fried into an explosive mess, it only drew amused smiles from the crowd.
Yu Tianheng, however, was not doing nearly as well.
His clothes were undamaged, but his expression was somewhat ugly.
Ending the battle was one thing, but it should not have ended like this. It should not have been stopped in order to save him!
It looked like neither side had won, and Fang Ling even seemed more seriously injured.
But after things had progressed this far—
He possessed the genuine Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon