Zhao Feng's heart tightened, and he hurried forward to help Su Qingwan up.
Her delicate body leaned bonelessly against his shoulder.
That faint, cool woody fragrance reached him again.
Zhao Feng knew it was her unique natural scent, not powder or rouge. But he had no mind for wandering thoughts.
Instead, he carefully examined her injuries.
In his memory, Su Qingwan had almost never been injured. She could kill opponents of her own realm alone, even two at once, and possessed astonishing combat strength and intelligence.
But this time, facing a Profound Mastery realm Ancient Barbarian Noble, she had been badly injured.
Zhao Feng knew that if Su Qingwan had been free to use her movement technique and fight a running battle, she would not have suffered such serious injuries even if she could not win. The main reason was that she had been forced into direct clashes to cover him.
That thought deepened his guilt, and he gazed at the beauty in his arms with greater tenderness.
Zhao Feng pressed his palm against her back, behind her heart.
He tentatively sent Everlasting Spring Astral Qi into her body, guiding it through her meridians.
He soon discovered the problem.
A thread of evil, purplish-black power inside Su Qingwan's body was constantly damaging her meridians.
At the same time, a white power as pure as moonlight was constantly repairing them.
But that evil purplish-black power was too tenacious. The pure power's constant repairs could not keep pace with its destruction.
Zhao Feng was no stranger to this evil power. It felt familiar: it was precisely the power emitted by the Shamanic Formation in the great hall. Just as he had suspected, Su Qingwan had suffered a backlash from shamanic power in her haste to break the formation.
It seemed Su Qingwan