The crown spreads, life bursts forth!
The almost tangible life force spreads across the Crown Pear Tree, enveloping the entire battlefield in the span of a breath.
Pouring into every injured and recently deceased warrior as if returning to the nest like a fledgling swallow.
Amidst the mud, Qin Mian's corpse suddenly stirred, crawling forward like a headless fly, searching for and finding his head which he hoisted onto his fractured neck.
The red line on the neck grew fainter and then vanished completely!
Figures in camouflage rose from the ground, some with bewildered expressions, others vibrating, some still filled with anger and unwillingness from the moment of their death.
At this moment, they all stared in shock at the Sky City, the source of life.
"[Otherworld Language] The opponent's experts have come for reinforcement. Retreat first, guard the entrance, wait for the Prince and State Preceptor!"
