While Chu Luohen and Ning Fan were out, Hu Yucheng and the others began tending to their injuries.
Two hours slipped by before they knew it, and their recovery sessions were drawing to a close.
But as perfectly ordinary disciples of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect, how could their recovery speed compare with that of the Enforcement Hall disciples beside them?
Besides, their injuries were far more serious than everyone else's, making their recovery even slower.
By the time the Enforcement Hall disciples had long since returned to peak condition, they had recovered only halfway. Still, even that was enough to give them the strength to protect themselves.
Of course, there was one exception: Hu Yucheng. Thanks to Zuo Kexin's involvement, his injuries were truly severe. Even when Chu Luohen returned with Su Jiu, he could barely walk on his own. As for fighting back, that was out of the question.
The moment Su Jiu entered the cave, she saw a group of Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect disciples with injuries covering their faces and bodies.
Su Jiu looked puzzled. "The ghost monsters in this Ghost Domain may be formidable, but surely they couldn't have left you... in this state."
After all, their cultivation levels spoke for themselves. Even if their enemies had outnumbered them, they should not have suffered this degree of abuse...
"They encountered ghost mist." A cool voice answered Su Jiu's question.
"Ghost mist? Then it's hardly surprising."
Ghost mist was actually divided into grades. The lowest grade could only create ghost monsters to launch sneak attacks, but high-grade ghost mist could draw people into illusions. Moreover, the vengeful ghosts created by high-grade ghost mist were far stronger than those produced by its low-grade counterpart.
Su Jiu naturally assumed that they had encountered high-grade ghost mist, unaware that