Mingwei tore a strip of cloth from a corpse and bound it around her shoulder.
She had taken a whip just now, and the arrowhead had left a jagged wound.
For the Mingwei of the past, such an injury would have healed in the time it took to blink. There would have been no need to treat it at all.
But now, it could cost her her life!
After treating the wound, Mingwei leaped down from the rooftop.
The other exiles, along with the surviving Desolate Gods, also took the initiative to converge around Luo Zheng.
Xiao Yun and Fu Chu, who had been under protection, followed as well.
The battle had been far too brutal.
Three-quarters of the Desolate Gods had fallen, and nearly half of the exiles had perished.
But nearly two hundred members of the Warden Clan had been killed as well!
Everyone had the feeling of having survived a calamity, and the way they looked at Luo Zheng had changed once more.
If Luo Zheng had not fought three enemies alone and defeated Lou Bing, Lou Di, and Bai Shehuan of the Warden Clan, the outcome of this battle would have been difficult to predict.
After all, Bai Shehuan alone had held back several exiles, including powerful figures like Fu Er and Chi Yi.
Lou Di had been blocked by Luo Zheng from the very beginning. Had Lou Di truly been allowed to display his full strength, combined with the other black-robed men, the situation would have been even more troublesome and might well have become completely one-sided.
In that case, the corpses lying on the ground now would have belonged to all of them...
"Smack!"
Mingwei gave Luo Zheng's shoulder a heavy slap, a smile on her face. "Although I had guessed a little, I