Just then, as Lin Xiao Tian continued pouring energy into her body, her condition finally began stabilizing slowly.
Faint color returned to her pale face, and her breathing grew steadier with each passing moment.
Relief had barely formed when movement stirred from the shadows beneath the massive trees surrounding them.
Another group stepped forward, their robes marked clearly with the emblem of the Iron Blood War Sect.
They moved in perfect synchrony, their footsteps measured and controlled as they approached the boundary line.
At the front stood the same man who had acted friendly before, his expression calm yet carrying hidden intent.
He stopped a short distance away and deliberately raised his voice to attract everyone's attention nearby. His tone carried righteousness, yet his eyes flickered with something far colder beneath.
