"Brother Tie, how are your injuries? Have those two Great Powers already left?"
After laboriously pushing away the altar rubble pinning him down, Chu Nanfeng clutched his chest and asked Tie Xing, who stood motionless not far away.
"I'm fine. Those two have gone elsewhere to fight.
Brother Chu, let me help treat your injuries first!"
After confirming that the commotion on the horizon would not reach them, Tie Xing turned and sat cross-legged before Chu Nanfeng.
"No need to waste time on that. Chu Mou won't die. We should leave this place as soon as possible!"
Chu Nanfeng did not think this was a good time to heal. He pushed aside Tie Xing's outstretched palms and forced himself to rise.
"Brother Chu, though we have escaped death, we are still deep within Green Spirit Race territory. The road ahead will be long!
If we do not stabilize our injuries now, we may suffer greatly for it later!"
Tie Xing insisted.
"But—"
Just as Chu Nanfeng was about to argue further, he suddenly sensed numerous auras flying over from afar. He immediately fell silent and turned to look.
Under the lead of three white streaks of light, dozens of escaping lights were rapidly approaching.
Before long, those escaping lights stopped above the altar complex one after another, revealing their respective figures.
Judging by their appearances, they belonged to several different races, and every one of them was at the Integration Stage and above.
The three at the head of the group could even rival the deceased three Great Elders of the Green Spirit Race, their cultivation having reached the Integration Late-stage!
"Ancestor! Senior Yue!"
After a single glance, Tie Xing immediately looked toward the three Human Race Cultivators among the crowd and recognized two of them.
"Xing'er!"
The White-haired Old