Wen Zhong Didn't Die! He Gave Me His Third Eye?

Three hundred miles outside Dragon-Severing Ridge.

The Shang Army's temporary encampment.

After Wen Zhong returned, the first thing that happened was that he was surrounded by a group of generals.

"Grand Preceptor!"

"The Grand Preceptor is unharmed!"

"Bring the pills, quickly!"

The military tent became a mess for a moment.

Wen Zhong's injuries looked terrifying.

His Daoist robe was nearly burned to ruin.

His arms and shoulders bore obvious burns.

There were even faint crimson fire patterns lingering around his third Divine Eye.

Yet after a thorough examination, his injuries proved lighter than they appeared.

The final simultaneous eruption of the eight pillars at Dragon-Severing Ridge had indeed been dangerous.

Lin Yuan had destroyed the first earth vein node in advance, creating a gap in the formation's power.

Wen Zhong had also never stepped into the death zone that had originally been prepared.

Finally, he had used Divine Thunder to clash against Earthfire and directly blasted apart the Formation Eye.

So he looked miserable.

But his foundation remained stable.

"I told you I'm fine."

Wen Zhong was surrounded by the army's medical officers and looked rather helpless.

"They're only flesh wounds."

Lin Yuan sat beside him, drinking water. Hearing that, he raised his head and glanced at him.

"Senior Brother."

"You just crawled out of the furnace at Dragon-Severing Ridge."

"Don't try to act tough now."

Wen Zhong's face darkened.

"When have I ever acted tough?"

"Want me to count the times?"

Lin Yuan raised a hand.

"Starting from when you planned to stay behind alone..."

"Enough."

Wen Zhong cut him off directly.

"Just drink your water."

The Four Demon Generals were laughing quite happily nearby.

Mo Lihong especially.

After arriving this time, his Mixed Element Umbrella had truly proved quite useful.

Though it could not absorb the Tongtian Divine