Aftermath

Yuan Tian had a rough understanding of the Twelve Heavenly Guards' physical condition. As far as he knew, in their current state, they simply could not withstand the lingering force of Long Zhuo's self-destruction.

There was only one way for the Twelve Heavenly Guards to escape this calamity: use Merit, and use it without regard for the cost to heal their wounds.

It had to be said, Yuan Tian's mind sometimes really seemed unable to turn a corner. Since he knew to have the Twelve Heavenly Guards use Merit to heal themselves, why did he not know to use Merit to heal himself? If he had used Merit to heal his injuries, he might still have been seriously wounded in the end, but he would not have been hurt this badly.

Serious injuries came in different degrees, and Merit had more than just this one use. It was not as if Yuan Tian did not know that.

Upon receiving Yuan Tian's voice transmission, the Twelve Heavenly Guards did not hesitate in the slightest. They immediately began using Merit to heal themselves, the Merit within their bodies being consumed at the utmost speed. Yet even so, from Yuan Tian's transmission, to their beginning to heal with Merit, to Long Zhuo's self-destruction, the entire process had been far too brief. No matter how miraculous Merit was, it could not restore the Twelve Heavenly Guards at once in such a short time.

Even so, the Twelve Heavenly Guards recovered a little of their strength and barely managed to reactivate the Twelve Primordial Cycles Formation. Of course, it had merely been activated. The Twelve Primordial Cycles Formation in its current state could not compare with its peak condition at all. As for whether it could withstand the lingering force of a Quasi-Sage's self-destruction, no