Elder Zhang also took out a divine pill and swallowed it, sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds.
Immediately afterward, the complexions of the three men began to regain their color.
The wounds on their bodies also slowly began to heal.
Huang Yuelan herself took out a pill and swallowed it, circulating her cultivation technique as she silently healed her injuries.
Her gaze subconsciously flicked toward the corner of the flying ship.
That white-robed figure was still sitting cross-legged, his aura steady.
The white robe he wore remained immaculate, without even a single crease.
That fellow... Could it be that he wasn't injured at all?
A trace of doubt and disbelief flashed through Huang Yuelan's heart.
She had personally witnessed Yang Lingtian being besieged by a huge number of demonic beasts during the later battle.
How could someone at the Early Heavenly God level emerge completely unscathed?
Although she admitted that Yang Lingtian's instant slaughter of three Heavenly God Realm demonic beasts earlier had been impressive, she did not believe he could be placed on the same level as a Saint God Realm powerhouse.
This country bumpkin clearly has some great secret. Forget it, I can't be bothered with him.
She muttered inwardly, withdrew her gaze, and focused on healing her injuries.
Time slowly passed amid the silent healing.
A full day later.
The stench of blood permeating the void had faded considerably.
Most of the cultivators' injuries had already recovered by seventy or eighty percent.
The cultivation power they had expended had also been replenished by more than half.
The oppressive atmosphere once again grew restless.
Everyone's gazes, seemingly intentional yet seemingly casual, turned toward a certain direction in the void.
They were waiting—waiting for the legendary Bright Moon Divine Palace to truly descend!
Just then, without the slightest warning!