My master had been injured by the massive eyeball's tentacles outside and had coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Compared to Daoist Qingshan, who had been directly blasted into severe injury and unconsciousness, he was doing much better.
But after fighting for so long, he was starting to struggle too.
It was not just him. None of us could hold on much longer.
Senior Brother had been too aggressive. Though he had slain many mutated evil spirits, his energy expenditure had been enormous.
After unleashing a Thunder Method, he suddenly fell into a brief state of weakness.
As a result, a mutated evil spirit with eight arms ambushed him and clawed his body.
He was the first to be injured.
Then Mao Jing's left shoulder was pierced by the dense tentacles of a red eye covered in feelers and floating in midair.
While blocking several mutated evil spirits from ambushing Pan Ling, I was also struck on the calf by the tongue of one of them.
The tongue was covered in barbs, leaving several bloody holes in my calf that were now bleeding.
It was not just us. After killing a mutated evil spirit, my master let out another "Pfft!" and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!"
My master caught his breath.
"I'm fine. Hold on."
"Master, this is bad. Everyone is wounded, and we've consumed too much True Qi.
"If we want to keep going, we have to take the Life-Preserving Pills.
"Otherwise, we definitely won't last. We'll all die here..."
I surveyed the situation around us and found it far too dire.
Our True Qi consumption was also staggering. Only the Life-Preserving Pills could swiftly restore everyone and replenish their True Qi.
But we had only a limited number of Life-Preserving Pills: two from me and one