The Battle's Aftermath
Hearing that answer, everyone felt a little relieved.
When the Twelve Beast Spirit Diagram's formation appeared, they had already known Bi Fan wasn't in mortal danger. Still, it was hard to imagine how he had managed to set up the formation while facing an opponent in the Spirit Lord Realm who was giving it everything he had—and stay alive in the process.
Though he had ended up gravely wounded, he had still turned the tide of the battle by sheer force. They couldn't help feeling moved.
Lu Fengyao sighed and gave a bitter smile. "If Brother Bi hadn't been here today, I'm afraid we'd all have met a grim end!"
Everyone nodded in agreement. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at their solemn, admiring faces and said helplessly, "Everyone, he's barely hanging on. Let's not waste time sighing over it, all right? Saving his life is what matters!"
Only then did the others come back to their senses. They hurried to crouch down and help Bi Fan up, but Tang Yunting immediately stopped them. "Don't move him. His body is extremely weak right now, and he shouldn't be moved. We'd better stay here and help him regulate his breathing."
As he spoke, he reached out. A gentle stream of Soul Power flowed from his fingertips and slowly entered Bi Fan's head, hoping to nourish his Sea of Soul and at least help him recover a little.
Unfortunately, their Soul Power wasn't compatible enough. Bi Fan's instincts resisted Tang Yunting's Soul Power, leaving it able to do nothing but drift outside.
Tang Yunting sighed. "It won't work. Brother Bi's instincts are rejecting my Soul Power, so I can't help him recover."
Xi Jing looked up and instinctively said, "Let me try."
But before he could even begin to summon his power,