There were still many injured, and they kept coming.
While the Blue-Banner guardsmen could take a temporary rest, Feng Yin was constantly working, preparing the medicine while attuning his use of the Spiritual Transformation Technique.
He tried dispersing spiritual power evenly in the medicinal soup, but it had no effect. A slight feeling of frustration welled up inside Feng Yin. He realized something: it seemed that he needed to condense the spiritual power into a sphere for it to be stored for a period of time?
As for why they had to be condensed into spheres?
Feng Yin couldn't figure that out, but he didn't feel the need to understand it immediately. If he couldn't figure it out, he'd just make spheres in the future. It's that simple.
Time was slipping away...
From a distance, dust billowed up as a large number of mounted troops approached.
