Shen Luo did not pursue Demon Wind. As he watched him fly away, he immediately formed a hand seal and raised both hands. A white figure flew out of his body and returned to the dark red Heavenly Register.
The bloody radiance on the dark red Heavenly Register swiftly faded, and it became ethereal once more, turning into a streak of light that flew into the Jade Pillow inside the Exquisite Ring.
The black clouds and serpentine lightning overhead vanished, and the sky returned to normal.
Shen Luo swayed, then dropped from the air like a stone, plunging into the river with a splash.
"Pfft..."
With a faint sound, hundreds of slender wounds appeared all over his body. Blood sprayed from them, dyeing all the surrounding river water red.
Shen Luo trembled as though seized by convulsions. His face turned as pale as paper, without a trace of color.
He had summoned his dream cultivation not long ago, and his injuries had yet to heal completely. Now he had summoned it again, keeping it active slightly longer than before. His vital energy had been drained once more, and his meridians had ruptured in several places. His condition was even worse than last time.
A black figure flew out of the Nine-Yin Bag. It was the Ghost General, who gathered Shen Luo into his arms and flew to shore.
Seeing Shen Luo in this state, the Ghost General grew flustered. But his ghostly energy was far too cold and yin-aspected to help heal Shen Luo, and he had no restorative pills. All he could do was fret helplessly.
Shen Luo desperately tried to muster what remained of his magic power to take a healing pill from the Exquisite Ring.
As long as he could swallow a little healing medicine, he could