Li Yan sheathed his long sword at his waist and carefully pulled the man from beneath the pile of corpses.
The man's abdomen, wrapped in lamellar armor, had been pierced by iron pellets, coating Li Yan's hand with spotted traces of blood. His forehead burned like charcoal, and had he not been so robust, he would have likely breathed his last already.
"A Fleeting Glimpse, activate."
"Name: Deng Tianxiong. Status: High fever, moderate injury."
Without much hesitation, Li Yan pulled open the man's clothes and placed his palm over the man's wound. A faint white light emanated from his hand.
Yellow Turban Talisman: Qi Healing
The man groaned in pain. The gruesome wound writhed at a visible rate, and pellets crusted with blood were forced out.
Li Yan gently prodded with the tip of his sword, revealing fresh red flesh. The wound was still horrific, but the blood vessels sealed by themselves, and the subtle white light lingered around the injury, undissipating.