"How's Wang Zheng?"
"His vital signs are stable. He probably overexerted himself."
"The Blade Beasts here are starting to retreat. I'll redirect the firepower and clear out the area around you. We'll try to keep all the General-Class Blade Beasts here! Ling Tong, just take care of Wang Zheng. You don't need to fight!"
"Yes."
Ling Tong and Dongfang Zhenghong's conversation sounded through the headset.
Wang Jixuan lay on the ground, unable to move even a single finger.
His spiritual consciousness and Divine Sense had been severely depleted. The best thing for him now was to fall into a deep sleep and avoid secondary injury.
But...
But he had something more important to do.
The King-Class Blade Beast's crystal core!
A treasure of this level was practically impossible to come by in such a trash Cultivation Environment. He might be able to use it as the core foundation of a Mountain Protection Grand Formation someday. Even directly absorbing the spiritual power within it would be good!
Wang Jixuan forcibly squeezed out a trace of Spiritual Light from the dried-up riverbed of his spiritual consciousness and barely raised his left arm.
Ling Tong immediately reached out and pressed his arm down.
"Don't worry! Please rest! The Blade Beast Swarm is retreating, and the mark above your head has disappeared. I'll protect you from now on!"
"I..."
Wang Jixuan nearly coughed up blood from anger.
"Please don't feel guilty."
Ling Tong sighed softly.
"Mutual destruction was actually a tactic built into the Half-Human Mechs long ago. If I could have severely wounded a King-Class Blade Beast too, I probably would have had no regrets. Red Snake will be recorded on the Wall of Honor."
"Crystal..."
"Understood. I'll have them embezzle some for you."
Ling Tong firmly pinned Wang Jixuan down and gently