The news of Shuyue City’s fall, and the entire Xuanzhou being occupied by demons, spread throughout the Calamity Realm that very night through various channels.
For the first ti, the people of the Calamity Realm realized the terrifying power of the demon invasion. It turned out that even the top-level forces, which seed unbeatable in their eyes, couldn’t withstand the might of the Demon Realm.
At this point, three hours had passed since the Demon Realm’s army entered the Calamity, and dawn was breaking.
Wang Zhifan and Mieyue’s Dragon Saber had already teleported back to Celestial Essence City and the Ancient Cyan Sea respectively.
After going out to deal with the demon army near his own territory, Wang Zhifan flicked the gri off the Thunder Dragon Fury and went to Zhenxu Hall to et with the other three super innate Daoists for a discussion.
"Warrior friend! You have finally returned! In this battle, our Calamity Realm situation is truly not optimistic!"
Qingyangzi, dressed in a golden Dao robe marked with all sorts of battle scars - blood, gri, and torn wounds - didn’t care at all about his appearance. While welcoming Wang Zhifan into the inner hall, he imdiately started discussing the current situation.
"In less than half a day, nearly one-sixth of the land has fallen. It truly isn’t optimistic... But we still have hope for a turnaround."
Wang Zhifan responded steadily upon hearing this, then he stepped through the grand door of the Zhenxu Hall, seeing that the two old friends inside looked even worse than Qingyangzi beside him.
Fat Daoist Huayang was sitting at the bedside, his entire right arm missing from the shoulder, the right shoulder wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, making him appear like a one-ard Daoist.
Old Daoist Zhenxu looked even more tragic; Huayangzi was taking care of him. He seed to have suffered a severe internal injury, lying on the bed half-conscious, his face showing an ashen hue, as if he could ascend at any mont.
"Who injured our friend Zhenxu?"
Seeing this, Wang Zhifan walked to the bedside, bending down to carefully observe the barely breathing Zhenxu, while inquiring of the other two.
"It was a treacherous Demon Venerable resembling a toxic flood dragon. Our friend Zhenxu was ambushed during the lee in Shuyue City. At that ti, it seed no big deal, but after returning, he gradually fell into a coma. I have given him the Antitoxic Elixir, but we do not know if his old bones can withstand this."
Daoist Huayangzi, sitting at the bedside with one arm, spoke leisurely, appearing indifferent to his own plight as a disabled person, and more concerned about his friend who was on the brink of death.
Qingyangzi, standing by the bed, sighed at this and added to Wang Zhifan:
"Alas... and our friend Huayangzi was also unfortunate. At that ti, he saw a fellow Daoist trapped by Demon Venerables and went to help. Unexpectedly, that Daoist suddenly teleported away when Huayangzi reached him, and he couldn’t teleport in ti, resulting in his right arm being severed by surrounding Demon Venerables..."
"Hmm... The chaotic battle last night indeed caught many off guard, I almost fell into the demons’ trap."
Upon listening to this, Wang Zhifan straightened up after finishing his observation and began the rescue process.
As a Warrior class player, he actually lacked profession skills for healing, but fortunately, he possessed a variety of equipnt and items, among which the "Mage Power Treasure Box" provided him so Healing Skills, considered as equipnt skills, requiring only the consumption of his own Spiritual Power to activate.
Thus, under the surprised gazes of the two Daoists beside him, Wang Zhifan raised his palm toward the lying Daoist Zhenxu, his hand emitting a gentle green light.
This harmonious natural energy wrapped over the half-dead Zhenxu, combating and wearing down the deathly aura surrounding him, in no ti brightening his darkened face with a hint of redness, though he did not wake up imdiately.
"I am only sowhat familiar with dical skills. The rest will depend on other physicians’ diagnoses and our friend Zhenxu’s fortune."
After continuously casting several Healing Skills and Detoxifying Skills, Wang Zhifan spoke to his two Daoist friends beside him, lest they be puzzled about what he had just done.
"Warrior friend even knows such advanced Poison Healing Skills? Able to neutralize even a Demon Venerable’s toxic injury? Truly our friend Zhenxu is blessed!"
Qingyangzi did not spare a few words of praise upon seeing this, mainly because they had not just left Zhenxu to lie in bed waiting to die. Even inviting Celestial Essence City’s famous doctors wasn’t left undone, but the Demon Venerable’s poison was exceptionally formidable, and usual treatnt thods were utterly futile.
As for contacting specially arranged dical personnel set up by the Sage before the battle, they had done that a long ti ago.
Others replied on the Demon Sealing List that they had many urgent cases at hand to handle, leaving old Daoist Zhenxu to wait longer, promising to rush for treatnt once a free mont arose.
"Our friend Zhenxu, being destined for a great life, will surely overco this crisis."
Hearing this, Wang Zhifan nodded to Qingyangzi beside him, then turned to look at the Daoist Huayangzi sitting at the bedside, inquiring:
"Friend Huayang, I possess a rare magical artifact capable of rapidly restoring the missing limb. Would you care to give it a try?"
Originally sitting poised at the bedside, the chubby Huayangzi, upon hearing this, once again had a look of astonishnt appear on his face after witnessing Zhenxu’s improved condition. He imdiately responded to Wang Zhifan:
"Are my friend’s words true? However, most magical artifacts that restore limbs usually replace flesh with tal and wood. If that’s the case, then never mind, I shall choose another day to seek out a Bone Regeneration Elixir from the Daoist Realm. This one-ard state is not much of a hindrance..."
From his words, it can be inferred that losing the right arm is rely a temporary setback for him. He has a way to grow his right arm back, and he mistakenly believed Wang Zhifan intended to fit him with a prosthetic limb, thus considering rejection.
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