"How badly is everyone hurt?"
Ying Ming Hao asked, his face full of anxiety. Ignoring his own pain entirely, he was desperate to learn how everyone was doing. Many of them were his closest friends.
He hurried into the middle of the crowd, his anxious gaze sweeping over each person before he began checking their injuries one by one.
"It's not looking good..."
Lin Zihan's voice was a little hoarse. As she spoke, she gently touched the wounds on her abdomen and back. Those areas had suffered heavy blows as well, and only her sturdy armor had barely held off the enemy's attacks. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"Damn it! Those bastards actually dared to stab us in the back!"
Beside her, Lin Yong was so furious that smoke practically poured from his seven orifices, and he could not help unleashing a torrent of curses on the spot.
After all, given their strength, they could never have been forced into such a disadvantage so quickly if not for those despicable tactics.
He himself was among those with relatively light injuries.
As a powerful body cultivator, his physique and defenses far surpassed those of ordinary people, allowing him to endure far more punishment.
Meanwhile, Wang Teng, Cai Dagui, Qiu Yajing, and the others angrily demanded to know what Jin Bei, Zhao Xu, and their companions were trying to do.
For a moment, the scene grew unbearably tense, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed capable of crushing everything.
"Lin Xue? Lin Xue, how are you?!"
Ying Ming Hao cried out, his heart burning with anxiety. He rushed forward in great strides and carefully examined Lin Xue's injuries.
When he saw how faint her breath was, like a candle guttering in the wind, his heart lurched.
The armor over Lin