Qian Ying took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging shock, anger, and lingering fear in his heart.
His gaze swiftly swept over the Houtian Martial Artists who were circulating their energy to heal. Their faces were all deathly pale, their clothes torn to shreds, their bodies covered in nauseating black mucus. Flesh curled back from their wounds, leaving them in a miserable state.
Yet he was, after all, experienced. After examining them carefully, he found that although their injuries were severe, they were limited to the flesh and had not damaged their meridians at the core. Their lives were not in danger either.
Once he confirmed this, his taut nerves relaxed slightly, and he secretly let out a breath. As long as no one had died, that was a good deed!
He could not help sighing inwardly. At a time like this, his bottom line had been steadily dropping until it had become as low as considering it a good thing that no one had died.
However, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the crowd and landed on the two figures not far away, the doubts that had just settled in his heart instantly rose again, even thicker than before.
They were Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan, standing in the plaza and watching this way.
When the Black Shadow had self-destructed earlier, it had transformed into countless Black Dots that blanketed the entire area like a torrential rain of pear blossoms. Even he, at the peak of Houtian Layer Ten, had been forced to defend with all his strength. The ordinary Martial Artists had been left in utter disarray, some even stained by corrosive Black Dots.
Yet this youngster before him stood there quietly, completely clean from head to toe. There was not even a wrinkle at the