Most of the injured disciples had gathered here, whether they were rogue cultivators or sect disciples.
Simply because, for the moment, this was the safest place.
It was also where Gu Ningyun was playing her instrument.
Besides bolstering the spirit and strength of those fighting, the music of the konghou could soothe the injured cultivators.
At the same time, the spread of demonic qi had slowed considerably. At least among those closest to Gu Ningyun, none had allowed the demonic qi to enter their dantian or sea of consciousness.
Yun Huanling felt alternating waves of cold and heat wash over him. Not a single note of Gu Ningyun's konghou reached his ears.
Even though he was farther from Su Jiu now, his gaze never forgot to settle on her.
She was like a beam of light. Wherever she stood, that place shone.
He swallowed a Great Restoration Pill, and his wounds began healing rapidly. But he had forgotten that while a Great Restoration Pill could heal internal and external injuries, it could do nothing to stop the corrosion of demonic qi...
Once he calmed down, he finally began regretting his earlier actions. Fortunately, Su Jiu had only glanced at him and had not noticed his condition.
Otherwise, even figuring out how to explain himself later would have become a problem.
The alternating sensations of cold and heat vanished completely, and Yun Huanling thought he had recovered...
Having witnessed how formidable these skeletons were, he finally stopped recklessly waving his sword around and summoned the Nine-Bend Compass instead.
But he had barely risen and taken two steps when an intense wave of dizziness struck him.
Instinctively, he felt that something might have slipped beyond his control...
"Yun Huanling, you're so pitiful..."
"Even if you abase yourself like this every day, she