After using some spirit medicines to stop Di Kun's bleeding and treating his injuries somewhat, Lu Xiaotian took out a Spirit Beast Bag and put Di Kun inside. He naturally had not possessed so many Spirit Beast Bags himself, but quite a few cultivators had died at his hands, and many useless items had been piled inside the barrier. He usually paid them little mind, but unexpectedly, they had come in handy at a time like this.
Aside from Di Kun, there was nothing else at the scene worth his attention. Only after finishing everything did Lu Xiaotian bitterly realize that his legs still had not regained the slightest sensation. While he had been busy with all that, his injuries had actually shown signs of worsening again.
Lu Xiaotian hurriedly sat down and swallowed a pill to regulate his body. Although this place lay at the fringe of the white***'s activities, given the white***'s fear of the flying silver zombie Di Kun, they probably would not dare approach too closely even after smelling Di Kun's aura. After his fierce battle with Di Kun, traces of Di Kun's magical power still remained here, so staying here would instead be temporarily safer than elsewhere.
Lu Xiaotian had his secondary Primordial Spirit control the earth-man puppet and stand guard nearby while he closed his eyes and meditated. The pill in his mouth transformed into incomparably pure spiritual power, spreading through his extraordinary meridians and eight channels before becoming streams of gentle warmth that merged with his original magical power, nourishing the meridians that had nearly run dry after the battle.
Once all the discomfort in his upper body had been cleared away, the circulating magical power began extending toward his legs, attempting to enter them. As long as his magical power could circulate