Despite the annihilation of the Wuji Sect, Chen Feng suffered severe injuries himself.
The aura of Huangquan Sword was wreaking havoc inside his body.
What was terrible was that his wounds were difficult to heal, continually bleeding.
Chen Feng's brow furrowed in frustration as he sat cross-legged.
He frantically channeled his Water-Wood dual powers to mend his injuries.
The healing process was slow with limited results, but it was at least effective.
As time went on, Chen Feng's condition began to gradually improve.
As long as there were no accidents, Chen Feng had confidence that he could return to his peak state within five hours.
"Chen Feng, little junior brother, where are you?"
At this moment, a slightly panicked voice suddenly tore through the night sky.
Chen Feng immediately opened his eyes. It was his junior sister's voice.
"I'm right here."
Chen Feng responded.
In a dense forest a few hundred meters from Luanyun Lake, Qin Yue heard Chen Feng's response.
