Only after tending to himself for two full days and nights did Lin Ke's internal injuries begin to ease.
Zong Ya and Nan Shang guarded him on either side, keeping Xiao Zhi's Little Purple Pearl activated so that the Illusory Heart Grass's poison gas stayed away from the three of them for the time being.
As soon as Lin Ke's Divine Sense was freed from his injuries, it went straight into his Niwan Palace.
The Spirit Insects that had once numbered in the tens of thousands, gathering into clouds at a breath and scattering like stars, had suffered devastating losses.
Not a single ordinary Spirit Insect remained. The venomous centipedes, Silver-Tailed Scorpions, Amethyst Longhorn Beetles, Stink Bugs, Ticks, and all the others were dead.
Not one of the comparatively fragile Soul-Hunting Mosquitoes remained either.
Of the Mystic Flame Horned Beetle Sovereigns, only a few Golden Core Stage specimens and Mechanical Insects remained; not a single living insect was left.
They numbered fewer than the fingers on both hands, nowhere near enough to mount a proper offensive.
As for the Spirit Insects that had helped him condense the Nine Core Method's nine cores, they had all died on the spot. Now, the only ones he had left were the Dream-Eating Gecko, Lin Xuanyuan, the Purple Mansion Insect, and Lin Can.
The losses were far from small.
At this sight, turmoil surged in Lin Ke's heart. Everything he had accumulated had vanished into nothing, and anyone in his position would have felt unsettled.
However, Lin Ke's character had already endured countless rounds of tempering and battering, and after a short while, he steadied his mind.
It was all right. I had weathered circumstances even harder than this. My current situation was still far better than before.
Rather than dwell on the past,