The Twelve Heavenly Guards Miscalculate

As it happened, the Twelve Heavenly Guards had already swept up nearly all the spiritual energy around them during the earlier fight. They were rather like Yuan Tian in that respect. Birds of a feather flocked together—no, it was more a case of a general shaping his troops in his own image.

Now, after Yuan Tian, Long Zhuo, and the Twelve Heavenly Guards had all had their way with the area, its spiritual energy would not recover anytime soon. But the Twelve Heavenly Guards had plenty stored up. With grain in hand, they had no reason to panic. Injured? They could heal. Who knew—once their wounds closed, their bodies might even be stronger. Survive a great calamity, and good fortune was sure to follow.

Besides, they might be injured, but their opponents did not look much better. That made them feel rather more at ease. What sort of thinking was that? It was the classic Ah Q mentality, Primordial Wilderness style.

The Twelve Heavenly Guards felt reassured and had no reason to panic, but the Dragon Clan experts were another matter. They were panicking. Once injured, they naturally had to heal, and fast. No matter how high their cultivation was, they could not withstand wounds eating away at them forever. Sooner or later, they would be finished. They did not want to die such miserable deaths. They had yet to properly enjoy all the wonders of the Primordial Wilderness. How could their lives end here?

Healing took resources, though. At the very least, they needed spiritual energy. Miraculous pills would have been even better, of course, but it seemed no such medicine could cure wounds like theirs. Even if one existed, they did not have it. That left only the old-fashioned Primordial Wilderness method: absorb spiritual energy and use it