The camp was set among rubbles, and the tents' shade overlapped with each other as smoke rose to the skies. As the rising sun's light shone upon this place, it made the scene look quite desolate.
In the tent, Tang Yin's face was pale-white as he sat cross-legged. The True Energy around him was fluctuating as he made it revolve around his body in order to heal his internal injuries. He wasn't a match for that Shura Sect's expert with his cultivation, as he had just broken into the Battle-Saint echelon.
After a long time, the unstable True Energy around his returned back into his body. Tang Yin spurted a mouthful of blood and his face instantly became paler.
