The entrance to the secret realm slowly closed.
At this moment, any disciples who hadn't come out meant they never would; there was no suspense in this outcome.
"Senior Brother Lin Sheng…"
Xu Ning Daoran leaned on Big Stupid Deer's neck, limping through the crowd looking for someone.
The Chaotic Sect had suffered heavy losses; there were now only around eighty disciples remaining—a loss rate exceeding sixty percent!
Within the crowd, a despondent figure sat atop a moss-covered green rock. It was none other than Lin Sheng.
But Lin Sheng's entire essence and spirit seemed completely off, like a frostbitten eggplant, already withered.
Furthermore, Lin Sheng had sustained severe injuries.
Burn marks covered his chest and abdomen from the neck down, with flesh torn and twisted, fused with scorched black patches. His cultivation level had even fallen from Perfect Qi Refining to Qi Refining Ninth Level.
"Senior Brother, what happened?"