The spatial structure here made it enormously expensive to use a teleportation magic array to reach this place. The array was activated only when the rotating warriors were replaced, allowing personnel to be exchanged. During that time, no matter who suffered grievous injuries, they could only recuperate in Sky Castle. Without enough potions, death was inevitable.
None of the Tiger Clan warriors spoke. They laid their injured clansmen upon the stone beams and began to sing a low, mournful requiem.
Lin Qi furiously squeezed into the crowd and began cursing loudly. "He's not dead yet! What the hell are you singing a requiem for? Move, let me in!"
Forcing his way through the crowd, Lin Qi threw himself beside the most severely injured clansman, who had only a breath left in him. He kicked away a bald brute who tried to stop him, then pulled out a divine-grade potion and poured it into the man's mouth.
The surrounding Tiger Clan members erupted into wild cheers. Before their stunned eyes, the clansman, who had been at death's door, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood. The hole in his chest rapidly healed, and the enormous wound blasted open by that pillar of white light swiftly closed as well. In barely a dozen breaths, all his external injuries vanished without a trace.
Trembling as he rose to his feet, the valiant warrior swung his weapon through the air a few times, then threw back his head and laughed. "This old man's life wasn't meant to end! Kid, I'm Lin Fengmo—I owe you my life!"
Lin Fengmo's injuries had fully healed; he had merely lost a little Primal Qi, and after three to five days of recuperation, he would be as good as new. Excitedly waving his fist at his clansmen, he