Lin Bai brought Qian Hen and Shui Mo Dan before Meng Qinxian and the others. Now that he had opened his eyes and seen that Qian Hen was also covered in dust and grime, he immediately burst out laughing.
Yi Song's face was pale as he covered his mouth and laughed. "Brother Qian, this is probably the most wretched you've ever looked in your life, isn't it?"
"Don't remind me." Qian Hen shook his head with a bitter smile and waved his hand. "If I'd known the Hunting Realm would be this dangerous, I never would have come."
Meng Qinxian asked angrily, "Brother Qian, were you also injured by the martial artists from the Northern Region?"
Qian Hen nodded in reply.
Meng Qinxian gritted his teeth. "Damn it! Those Northern Region barbarians! Once our injuries have healed, we'll definitely make them pay!"
His anger attacked his heart, and Meng Qinxian spat out another mouthful of blood.
Nie Shang was relatively calm. He told Meng Qinxian not to lose his temper, then said coldly, "Our injuries are extremely severe right now. It's practically impossible for us to recover completely in a short time."
"Even with the support of miraculous pills and medicines, we can only recover most of our strength."
"With our current strength, there's no way we can be a match for the Northern Region!"
Nie Shang was also choking on resentment, but he was more rational. He analyzed their current situation.
The Northern Region martial artists had launched a sudden attack, catching the Eastern Region's heavenly geniuses off guard. Although each of the geniuses possessed treasures capable of preserving their lives, they had still suffered grievous injuries, and their strength had fallen sharply.
By the time they fully recovered and went looking for revenge, the Hunting Realm would already