"Wind Dragon!!!"
Murong Huai cried out in alarm and hurried over. The Wind Dragon had three wounds so deep its bones showed, and a blood-red aura radiated from them, wicked and unnatural.
Seeing the Wind Dragon on the verge of death, Murong Huai quickly took a healing Immortal Grade Herb he'd stored away earlier from his Soul Tool. He dissolved it with Soul Power, turning it into a stream of green energy that flowed into the Wind Dragon's mouth.
After absorbing the gentle energy, the Wind Dragon's wounds faded considerably. Then, a wash of green energy enveloped it.
The Wind Dragon's massive body shrank continuously until it took on the form of Feng Fuyao, though his aura remained extremely weak. Seeing this, Murong Huai quickly helped him up.
"Wind Dragon, what happened? How did you get so badly hurt?"
At Murong Huai's words, Feng Fuyao struggled to open his eyes, just a narrow slit. After looking at Murong Huai, he warned him in a faint, unsteady voice:
"Don't go... deeper into the desert!"
After saying this, Feng Fuyao passed out. Murong Huai quickly picked him up and anxiously called to Tie Yun and Tu Zhen beside him:
"Quick, get a healing-type Soul Master over here!!!"
"Yes!"
An incense stick's time later, inside the main tent.
The three healing-type Soul Emperors withdrew their Martial Souls and wiped the sweat from their brows, their faces pale. Feng Fuyao's strength was simply too great. With their cultivation, the three of them had been exhausted in no time.
"How is he? How's his condition?" Murong Huai hurried over to ask.
The three healing-type Soul Masters promptly clasped their hands in salute and replied:
"Reporting to you, Young Marshal, this senior's strength is too great. The three of us aren't skilled enough to heal