The girl in green, stained with blood, sat quietly under a small tree with verdant branches and leaves, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Despite being in an extremely dire situation, she didn't show any hint of panic, her composure was astonishing.
One by one, the tree leaves rich in life vitality fell onto her shoulders, and when the alien power was exhausted, they turned into withered leaves and fluttered away.
The sapling followed Pang Jian's instructions, and persistently healed her.
But her injuries were severe.
The medicinal power dispersing from the pill in her body, and the pure spiritual power flowing from a white jade card, were not enough to heal her fully in a short time.
Pang Jian took a gentle breath and communicated with the sapling with his heart.
Soon.
The Wood Tribe members within dozens of miles around the sapling, even the ferocious beasts, were all driven away by the sapling.
In this lush green marsh, the only living beings left were him and Li Yuqing.
