Prairie Fire

Temporary encampment south of the tundra.

More than a dozen Transcendents had used Sealed Items to construct a windproof base. Inside the temporary tent, several medical Transcendents were treating... four weak figures lay in the rescue tent.

"This is bad, the patients' injuries are worsening!"

"Their breathing is imperceptible! Their mental strength is starting to disperse!"

"Prepare the Soul Calming Needle... countdown, three, two, one..."

"It's working, repeat!"

"The effect is fading! Repeat again, increase the dosage!!"

Holy light filled the small tent. Light shone within it, while the snowy wind and freezing cold were blocked outside by an invisible barrier. Yet the Transcendent doctors responsible for treatment could all feel their hearts gradually turning cold...

The mental auras of the four colleagues attacked by the Soul Grinder were rapidly weakening.

Their souls were trapped in vicious nightmares, withering away at an alarming rate—

The incident had happened too suddenly. In the frozen wilderness nearby, there were no fourth-tier Mental Affinity powerhouses. With the treatment methods in their hands, they could only delay the process temporarily. Every healing Sealed Item had already been brought out, but the results were meager.

The hardest injuries in this world to heal were injuries of the mind!

Without a miracle...

The outcome of this treatment... had actually already been decided.

Outside the tent.

The Mu Family Transcendents stood guard.

Mu Qingyang wore a complicated expression. Though he was fourth-tier, he was ultimately an Assault Type. Dream Interpretation and saving people were not his specialty... given the situation, all he could do was call for Mental Affinity specialists from the rear base to provide treatment. But even the closest one would need half an hour to arrive. Under normal circumstances, that was not a long time.

But now...

No one knew whether these four could