After nearly six hours of fierce battle, although none of the three teams of knights had died, most of them collapsed onto the ground the moment they crossed the boundary of the hall, feeling as if they had survived a catastrophe.
Everyone rested, drank potions, and treated their wounds.
At this point, even though doorways lay not far ahead, no one had the time or energy to enter and explore them. Now that they were somewhere safe, the proper thing was to quickly recover their fighting strength.
At this time, apart from Mountain-Bearing True Person and Heavenly Fortune Hall's Supreme Elder, only a mere three to five people could still remain standing. Zhang Tie was one of those few.
Zhang Tie checked on Gong Ziyao and Bram's injuries. Seeing that neither was seriously hurt and that they had each drunk a vial of Intermediate Recovery Potion, he finally relaxed.
"Brother Cui... aren't you tired?" After such a brutal battle, even Zhou Shufan, who maintained his poise no matter the occasion, looked somewhat disheveled now—his face drenched in sweat, his breathing uneven, and two tears in his soft armor. Seeing Zhang Tie still brimming with energy as though nothing had happened, Zhou Shufan could not help asking.
"Heh... heh... I'm fine..." Zhang Tie said with a smile.
"By the way, Elder Zhang Anguo said that the spear art you used just now was the Candle Dragon Heaven-Burning Spear Art. That spear art seems to be..."
Only now, during their rest, did Zhou Shufan find the chance to ask this question.
"What I cultivate is precisely the Candle Dragon Scripture!" Zhang Tie said frankly.
Revealing the secret that he cultivated the Candle Dragon Scripture at this moment was perfectly timed. When all was said and done, Zhang Tie even had to thank