The azure spiritual energy enveloped Chen Lin, then slowly began to contract into his body.
The blood that was gushing from Chen Lin's wounds rapidly began to heal under these circumstances, especially his deep wounds, which began to pulsate, restoring to their original state within just a few breaths.
With this, Chen Lin's body notably improved, a flush returned to his face, and he nodded slightly to Liu Qinghan.
Then, he swiftly rushed back into the arena.
On the field, those who, like Chen Lin, were attacked by Lu Kang, but were a bit stronger than Chen Lin, managed to evade Lu Kang's assaults, brushing past his fluttering clothes.
Although they evaded, they dared not attack recklessly anymore. After all, Lu Kang seemed capable of absorbing the spiritual energy from Chen Lin and the others, which constrained them.
"What should we do?" They scanned around, eyes heavy with concern.
"Should we let him exhaust himself here?" someone suggested.
