Struggling to carry Li Yifei's body out of the pit, the Saintess realized his injuries were even worse than imagined. Both his legs seemed broken, his back was a bloody mess, his head was covered in dried blood, and there wasn't a single part of his body that was unharmed. Tears streamed down the Saintess's face, especially when she saw the penetrating wound in Li Yifei's abdomen. She fell into self-reproach, thinking that without this wound, Li Yifei's situation might be somewhat better.
But she didn't have time to grieve too much. Glancing at the shore, their yacht was still there, and the Saintess had to quickly carry Li Yifei back; otherwise, under the blazing sun, exposure would worsen his condition.
