Shen Fei stood in a pool of blood, heard Ye Mo's words, and saw that those Witch Ghost Family people had indeed retreated away. The shadows heading towards City Wall became smaller and smaller, and finally turned over City Wall and disappeared outside the city.
His fingers holding Ink Cloud loosened slightly, and the sword hilt turned half a circle in his palm, almost slipping off.
The broken left rib hurt with every breath, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead. The burns on his left arm and left torso were painful and itchy in the morning wind. The exposed flesh after the blisters burst stuck to his clothes, causing him to gasp.
He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Ning'er.
Xiao Ning'er was still standing in the same position, with Short Sword hanging by her side. The burns on her left arm were more serious than she had shown before. The entire arm was dark red from shoulder to wrist, with blisters in one patch, and the skin had been broken in some places, exuding light yellow liquid.
Her face was as white as paper, her lips were bloodless, and the posture she stood there looked stable, but Shen Fei could tell that her knees were shaking slightly, and that shaking was suppressed by willpower, and her body could no longer hold on.
Xiao Ning'er also glanced in his direction. Their eyes met in the morning light. Neither of them spoke, but they both saw the same thing in the other's eyes - they couldn't hold it any longer.
Shen Fei The corners of his mouth moved, trying to make him laugh, but he didn't move. Instead, he twisted his brows in pain because it affected the broken bone of his left rib.
Xiao Ning'er looked at his expression, and the corners of her mouth moved, but she didn't laugh either. Then her knees bent.
The bend was not large, but it was indeed bent. The body tilted to the side, and Short Sword slipped from the hand and fell to the bluestone ground with a crisp sound.
Shen Fei saw her fall, and took a step forward to help her, but he reached his limit. When he took that step, the broken bone of his left rib poked something, which made his eyesight go black, his knees went weak, and he fell forward.
Ink Cloud was taken out of his hand, and the blade of the sword was stuck on the ground. He fell sideways on the gravel pile next to the pool of blood, with half of his face pressed against the gravel stained with blood and ash, and he could still hear the muffled sound coming from his chest.
Before he lost consciousness, he heard someone shouting. The sound was very far away, as if it was coming through several layers of water. Someone was shouting "stretcher", someone was shouting "medical officer", and footsteps were coming from all directions.
The medical team arrived very quickly. City Lord's Mansion had already prepared medical officers and stretchers. Today, we were even more prepared for this situation. The two teams were waiting at the edge of the square.
As soon as Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er fell down, two teams of people immediately rushed up with stretchers, lifted them from the ground, put them on the stretchers, and ran to the temporary medical point in the inner hospital of the City Lord's Mansion.
The two people carrying Shen Fei ran very fast but very steadily, and the stretcher swayed very little between their shoulders.
Shen Fei was lying on the stretcher, his broken left rib aching with the bumps of the stretcher. He half-opened his eyes and his vision was blurry. He could only see the sky above his head receding, and City Lord's Mansion the outline of the corridor eaves crossing the edge of his field of vision.
He heard someone shouting next to him, "The left rib is broken and the burn area is not small. Treat the internal bleeding first." Others shouted, "This is the same. The left arm has third-degree burns. Soul Force is seriously overdrawn. First, apply Spiritual Power and then debridement."
The voice was urgent, but clear and not chaotic.
Then the stretcher entered the room, the light dimmed, and someone began to cut off his clothes. Someone stuffed Elixir into his mouth. After the medicine was taken away, the pain in his left ribs became slightly lighter, and his consciousness sank.
The same goes for Xiao Ning'er. She was lying on another stretcher and was carried into the same room and placed on the bed next to Shen Fei.
After the examination, the medical officer said the same thing as what Shen Fei said: The burns were severe and Spiritual Power was overdrawn and needed to rest.
She held on for a while longer than Shen Fei before she completely lost consciousness. Before closing her eyes, she turned her head and glanced at Shen Fei. She saw him lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his chest still heaving, so she closed her eyes.
The square was still busy. Huyan Lie led people to carry aside the seriously injured Witch Ghost Family who had not had time to take them away. They checked each one to see if they were still breathing. The living ones were tied up with ropes, and the dead ones were carried to the corner and left there.
The twelve offerings of Gongliang Shu and City Lord's Mansion were replaced and sent to the medical center for wound treatment.
The injuries of all the worshipers were serious, but luckily no one's hand was broken. The most serious one had two fingers cut off. The doctor said he couldn't put them back together, but the man grinned and said he could live.
City Lord's Mansion's guards were cleaning up the rubble and bloodstains in the square. Wu Hong's two halves of the body were carried aside and covered with straw mats for subsequent disposal.
City Guard is still guarding City Wall, and the four-door passage is still closed. Ye Zong has arranged for people to notify various families to remove First-Level Alert, but the defenders on City Wall will not withdraw for the time being, in case Witch Ghost Family comes back to kill him.
Ye Zong stood in the square for a while, watching the aftermath work being almost completed, then turned around and walked towards the formation.
Nie Li has come down from the formation and is sitting on the steps next to the stone pillar. Tiger-Fanged Panda's shadow has retracted, his face is pale, and the sweat on his forehead has not dried yet.
The Essence Blood sprayed out just now, which consumed a lot of money. Ye Zong walked to him and stood still, looking down at him. "How is it?"
Nie Li shook his head. "It's okay, he won't die." He stood up on the steps, moved his shoulders, and his bones made a few crisp sounds, "They found the way to the formation. The one who took the lead just now Demi-God They used a secret treasure to smash a hole in the formation from the inside. The secret treasure is a one-time use and will be broken after smashing it. They will not have a second one next time. But the flaws of the formation have been remembered by them. Next time they come back, they will not go in like they did today."
Ye Zong frowned. "What should we do?"
Nie Li thought for a while and said, "The formation must be changed. Change the direction of the lines and make up for today's flaws. But changing the formation will take time, at least half a month. If Witch Ghost Family comes again in this half month, we can't stop it."
He paused and continued, "And the group of people who came today are just the vanguard of the Witch Ghost Family. Only one of their Demi-God strong men has come, and the remaining two have not shown up yet. The next time they come, I'm afraid they will use all their strength to suppress them."
Ye Zong was silent for a few breaths and nodded. "Okay, I will arrange manpower to coordinate your formation change. Within half a month, I will find a way to hold them back."
Nie Li hummed, walked down the steps, and walked towards the yard.
He was not walking fast, and his steps were heavier than usual. When he passed the square, he glanced at the blood stains and gravel on the ground that had not been cleaned up, and then looked at the direction of the medical center. The door of the room where Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er were carried was closed, and there were two guards standing at the door.
He withdrew his gaze and continued walking to his yard.