On the tranquil riverbank, the group of six suddenly came to a halt.
They had sensed that the battle in the sky had abruptly ceased. The scorching heat receded like the tide, reflecting a breathtakingly beautiful scene across the river's surface—yet it made Wang Ping and the others' hearts pound with terror.
Once everything had returned to calm, Wang Ping quickly stepped to Guangxuan's side and reached out with his right hand to support him, as Guangxuan was nearly unable to hold himself up. Then, with his left hand forming a seal, he circulated the Wood Spirit True Essence within his Qi Sea and cast the Green Wood Technique, stopping the injury in Guangxuan's abdomen from worsening.
"Go back first..."
Guangxuan clutched Wang Ping's clothes through the pain as he spoke.
Wang Ping silently nodded, then cast the Water Receding Art, allowing them to walk across the water as though they were on solid ground. Guangxuan's current condition was no longer suitable for jumping or flying.
Once they reached the northern bank, the physicians who had long been waiting at Sanhe Temple immediately crowded around Guangxuan to administer medicine.
Only then did Wang Ping discover that a full third of Guangxuan's abdomen had been mangled. Coupled with his desperate sprint while fleeing just now, an ordinary person would have died a hundred times over.
When he looked back, the battlefield had already fallen silent...
Then he turned to look at the cliff west of the gorge. Daoist Yuanqing had returned at some unknown time and was sitting cross-legged in meditation as quietly as usual, as if everything that had just happened had been a lie.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The clear beat of war drums suddenly rang out from the central army camp, echoing above the fortified settlement.
At that moment,