In less than an hour, Lin Fan's mana had fully recovered.
At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly sensed something, and his expression turned exceptionally ugly.
His eyes opened and shut, shooting out chilling glints that seized the soul.
"What a bizarre creature. It actually resorted to such despicable methods."
The moment his words fell, the void was suddenly torn apart, and Lin Fan's figure vanished into it.
A few breaths later, Lin Fan appeared above Jiaolong Ridge. As he sensed the state of the entire Dark Blood Jiaolong clan territory, his expression grew increasingly cold.
He took one step and appeared on True Bone Peak, gently catching the delicate body that was about to collapse.
Strands of pure, mighty mana continuously flowed into the woman's body, nourishing her meridians and repairing her damaged flesh, blood, and vitality.
Yet regrettably, no matter how much mana was poured into her, she was like a shattered bottle incapable of holding anything, the energy constantly leaking from her body.
Along with it leaked that faint thread of vitality.
Sensing Lin Fan's arrival, Ghost Mother Wuji struggled to turn her head and look at the man behind her.
A bewitching smile was barely forced onto her deathly pale face.
"Master, you're back."
"It was all my fault. I couldn't protect the two younger sisters."
"If only I were stronger... if only I were stronger..."
As she spoke, her voice weakened, carrying profound self-reproach.
Like a little girl who had done something wrong, she could not help but evoke pity.
Lin Fan said nothing. He merely gently drew her into his arms and said, "You've already done very well."
Ghost Mother Wuji's condition was dire.
The foundations of her ghost cultivation had burned away completely, and even all her vitality had been sacrificed. That she had