570 Mountain Python

They had been lucky to survive so far.

Just thinking of what they had gone through made Lin Yun's breathing grow rough.

Everyone was in a pitiful state, stained with blood and showing weak auras.

Especially Xiuban. He was proficient in physical attacks, and thus, he had been fighting magic beasts in melee range. Sustaining injuries in such a situation was unavoidable.

After a month, the Draconic Beastman's skin was filled with wounds, which would make Xiuban grimace if touched ever so slightly.

The Frost Dragon wasn't as relaxed as she appeared to be either. In the battle three days earlier, her wing was injured by a level 34 magic beast and she had yet to recover.

As for the three Watsons, they weren't as lightly injured as Lin Yun's group. A level 30 magic beast would be enough to make Rhett and Arthus flee at this point...

But everyone could finally sigh in relief now.

Because they had already left that hateful canyon...