Mist illusions: lingering psychic echoes

A tense stalemate hung over the Life Mist Zone. Neither side attacked again, both using the brief respite to rapidly recover their stamina and Nen. Lin Ye leaned against a rock, accepted the Nen recovery potion Killua handed him, and drained it in one gulp. The pale green potion nourished his depleted body, but it could not quickly ease his mental exhaustion. His Observation Haki remained active, keeping a firm lock on the Phantom Troupe members' movements to prevent another surprise attack. Gon stood nearby, working hard to stir the faint Nen within him and feeling the pulse of his Nen Channels. The World Tree's life Nen continued to seep into his body, repairing his damaged channels. His Nen strength recovered at a visibly rapid pace, gradually rising from thirty percent to forty, then fifty. "Lin Ye, my Nen is recovering faster and faster!" Gon said excitedly, his eyes shining. "Hang in there. Once we reach the foot of the World Tree, you'll be able to recover completely," Lin Ye said softly, a trace of relief in his voice. Kite, Morel, and Knov were also recovering rapidly. The Three Zoldyck Family Assassins concealed themselves in the shadows, watching the Phantom Troupe members warily, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment. The Exploration Team's remaining forty-five Hunters formed a defensive ring around the central position, their expressions solemn. On the other side, the Phantom Troupe members were regrouping as well. Feitan used Nen to suppress his internal injuries, his crimson eyes full of resentment; Phinks rubbed his aching arms, still seething; Shalnark fiddled with his Nen Phone, trying to disrupt Lin Ye's perception again; Machi silently repaired her broken Nen Threads, her gaze icy; Pakunoda stood beside Chrollo, ready to probe for information with her Memory Nen at any