Qian Renxue (107)

They had received the news long ago and learned that the decisive battle at the front had ended in a great victory, but they had also learned the terrible news that the allied forces had suffered devastating casualties. They had rushed over at top speed, bringing ample healing medicinal pills, Soul Guidance Supplies, and a large number of Soul Masters skilled in healing-type martial souls.

When they saw the battlefield's tragic state, saw countless Soul Masters' belongings, and saw those elites who were gravely wounded and near death, everyone who had come to meet them had reddened eyes, their hearts filled with shock and grief. Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect quickly walked up to Lin Mo. Looking at his pale face and severely depleted aura, he could not help letting out a long sigh. "Young friend Lin Mo, young friend Zhao Feng, you've worked hard. The entire Douluo Continent owes you a thank-you, and owes every fallen hero a thank-you."

Lin Mo shook his head slightly, his tone calm yet firm. "We didn't do it for thanks. We did it to protect. To protect this continent, to protect the mortal world Lord Qian Renxue defended with her life, and to protect all innocent lives. This is our duty as Soul Masters, and it was the original resolve of everyone who fought in this war."

Over the next few days, with the help of the reinforcements, the work of recuperation proceeded in an orderly fashion. The gravely wounded Soul Masters were escorted in batches back to the major sects and empires' sacred healing grounds across the continent. Some of the lightly wounded stayed behind to assist in guarding the Sealed Land, while the rest returned one after another. After discussing it with Zhao Feng, Lin Mo