By then, Mingwei had reached the limit of what she could endure.
Having lost too much blood, her face was as pale as a sheet of white paper.
Her consciousness was completely muddled, and her signs of life had grown exceedingly faint.
She had no idea what was happening. Only the remnants of her will kept her struggling on.
Just then, that orange speck of light shot into her body.
Her suppressed cultivation rapidly returned...
Her nearly exhausted Life Force brimmed anew in the blink of an eye.
Her feeble aura surged tens of millions of times over in an instant!
Mingwei did not need to use any divine abilities. The powerful vitality of her body alone allowed her to recover swiftly.
As her muscles shifted, the short blade embedded in her chest worked its way out of the wound.
The instant the blade slid free, the wound healed completely, leaving not even the slightest scar, only flawless skin.
Besides Mingwei, the other badly wounded exiles also began to recover rapidly...
Powerful auras spread outward, suffusing the space.
The black-robed members of the Warden Clan likewise regained their cultivation.
No one in their clan had crossed into the Other Shore Realm. Compared with Mingwei and the others, their auras were insignificant.
But at that moment, Mingwei and the others did not act rashly...
Their gazes all turned toward Luo Zheng.
Beside Luo Zheng stood an extraordinarily powerful monster.
The Gravekeeper could break free of the Equality of All Living Beings and kill Yan Hai of the Xuanyuan Clan with a single slap.
Someone so powerful inspired the utmost wariness in both Mingwei and Old Jin.
If he sided with the Warden Clan, they would have no chance of survival.
Yet Mingwei's face showed little anxiety. Clearly, the Warden Clan could