Blood Spilled Before the Camp, Awaiting a Miracle Herb; Starfall Consecrators Arrive with Treasure

Outside the central command tent, the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually swallowed by night. Several basins of bloodstained water on the ground by the entrance gave off a faint bloody stench, making Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others standing guard outside look increasingly grim. Xiao Wu clenched the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed tightly on the tent flap as she choked out, "Sister Zhixia has lost so much blood. Will she...?"

"Don't worry. Senior Yang's medical skills are exceptional. She'll definitely be all right." Tang San patted her shoulder, but his own brow remained tightly furrowed—when Yang Wudi had entered the tent earlier, Lin Zhixia's pulse had already been so weak it was nearly imperceptible. With Spirit Power Overdraft compounded by her old injuries tearing open, her condition was far more perilous than they had imagined.

Ning Rongrong hurried over, lifting her skirt. The moment she saw the bloody water by the entrance, her face went pale. "Third Brother, Sister Xiao Wu, how is Sister Zhixia? Why has there been no movement inside?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, her tone low. "Senior Yang has been inside for almost two hours. He only had a few basins of bloody water carried out. We don't know what's happening in there either."

Just as everyone waited in anxious torment, the tent flap was finally lifted, and Yang Wudi slowly emerged. His face was weary, but he looked somewhat more relieved than when he had gone in. "Senior Yang!" Everyone immediately crowded around him, their eyes fixed intensely upon him.

Yang Wudi sighed, his voice hoarse. "The bleeding from her shoulder has stopped. I used the Breaking Clan's secret medicine to stabilize her injuries for the time being. But this girl's Spirit Power Overdraft was too severe, and her