The plain had once been barren.
After the Thunder Tribulation, layers of scorched earth had been churned up.
Bottomless ravines crisscrossed the surrounding land.
Even the air still held a heart-stopping aura of Destruction.
A man and a woman stood in the center of the Wasteland, gathered around a massive piece of charcoal.
The charcoal was enveloped in the emerald light shining from the woman's hands.
A dense aura of life flowed steadily into Xiong Jun's charred body.
Bi Ji stared intently at the charcoal before her.
Little by little, she carefully adjusted where she directed the life force.
Seeing how seriously she was working, Long Yaochen knew Xiong Jun had been badly hurt this time.
Even with his current cultivation, he could sense the wreckage inside Xiong Jun's body.
More precisely, it had fallen almost completely silent.
It was just like the barren earth plowed by the Thunder Tribulation.
There was only one difference.
Deep within his body, a faint spark of life still seemed to flicker.
It responded to the emerald life force pouring into him.
No one knew how long passed.
Crack—
A faint sound snapped Long Yaochen out of his daze.
A slit had suddenly opened in the hard, blackened shell covering Xiong Jun.
Then—
A ray of dark-gold light shone through the gap.
Crack, crack, crack—
More and more cracks appeared.
Large pieces of the charred shell kept falling away.
His blood and vitality, which had nearly run dry, sprang back to life at that moment.
Long Yaochen blinked and said in surprise, "He recovered that fast?!"
"That's normal."
Bi Ji answered him.
A few sweat-soaked strands of hair clung to her forehead. She had no time to worry about looking poised and elegant, and turned to shoot Long Yaochen a reproachful look.
"You're underestimating