When he returned to the scene, Xia Liu gave a bitter smile, "What are you all doing?"
"Daoist Xia, you are seriously injured."
The renowned Martial Emperor did not answer directly but felt heartache for Xia Liu who was covered in wounds.
He had been locked in a fierce battle with the Dark Venerable for three days.
His Divine Sense, Spiritual Energy, and Power of Righteous Law had all been drained to a terrifying degree.
Although it was not him, he understood the pain Xia Liu was enduring.
"It's not too serious, but if you keep kneeling like this, my injuries might worsen."
Upon hearing Xia Liu's words, everyone stood up at the same time.
They understood Xia Liu's meaning.
If they used their Divine Sense to pull themselves off the ground again.
It would indeed be adding injury to injury for Xia Liu.
"The Dark Venerable has been defeated, everyone take a brief rest and then return to the Western Region."
