Doubt and the Situation

After seeing all his companions appear and gather safely, Ye Chen did not waste words. Instead, he first questioned Weimeng, the team's scout and tracker:

"Weimeng, have you confirmed that every last clown here is dead? They're all connected to the Abyss. As long as their Abyss Cores remain intact, they can regenerate endlessly, so some of them were definitely planning to play dead and muddle through."

Weimeng reloaded his emptied Revolving Shotgun, slung it over his shoulder, and replied calmly:

"Don't worry. My rat swarm has thoroughly checked this battlefield. They didn't overlook even a puddle of mangled flesh. As for the stragglers you mentioned, there really were some, but I finished every one of them off."

Ye Chen nodded calmly.

"Mm, good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to Xiya with another question.

"Xiya, how is everyone doing now?"

Xiya answered in a gentle voice.

"Everyone is basically uninjured. They've only expended varying amounts of mental strength. You're the only one who sustained obvious injuries earlier, so I think I should treat you again now."

Ye Chen understood what Xiya meant and immediately reached up to touch his neck.

That was where Kenraipu and the other clowns of the same realm had slit the Bloodsmith Hunter's throat earlier.

Although Xiya had immediately used her healing power on him from afar the instant Ye Chen was hit, no matter what, that was not an injury that should have been completely healed in an instant.

For that very reason, Xiya immediately strode quickly toward Ye Chen, intending to eliminate the risk posed by the wound once and for all.

Yet after rapidly approaching Ye Chen, Xiya had only just extended her fair hand when it abruptly froze, along with her stunned eyes.

Because at this very moment, there