"Damn, the main body!"
After seeing the figure fall from the void rift, Wang Xian's main body cried out in shock.
If anyone understood Wang Xian best besides Wang Xian himself, it was naturally these Chaos Demon God Avatars of his. And precisely because they understood him so well, they knew just how unbelievable it was for Wang Xian to suffer such severe injuries.
Snowflakes drifted down, and icy mist condensed.
The still-bleeding wounds on Wang Xian's body immediately scabbed over. As more and more snowflakes fell, Wang Xian was eventually frozen solid.
Clearly, Lin Xue had acted.
Once Wang Xian had been completely frozen, Lin Xue appeared beside him as well.
"Are his injuries really that serious?"
Wang Xian's avatar moved closer to Lin Xue and asked in surprise.
He knew perfectly well how terrifying Wang Xian's recovery speed was. Yet Wang Xian's injuries now required Lin Xue's intervention, which clearly meant that his body's recovery speed could not keep up with the severity of his injuries.
"A foreign energy is eroding his body. That foreign energy is also restricting his body's self-recovery."
With both hands pressed against the ice, Lin Xue explained to Wang Xian's avatar while treating Wang Xian's injuries.
Looking at Wang Xian, whose injuries were unimaginably severe and whose life force was so weak it seemed a gust of wind could snuff it out, Wang Xian's avatar muttered, "Wouldn't it have been better to stay safely on Qingyin Island? Why did you have to run around recklessly in person?"
He was Wang Xian's avatar. If Wang Xian died, he would certainly perish with him.
However, he was also puzzled. What exactly had happened that made the main body personally act instead of having his consciousness descend upon an avatar?
He remembered that when they had