Chapter 578 What if I sell you out?

Shi Heng recalled the scene of that day, and a trace of sadness filled his eyes. "If it weren't for the Holy Son Ji Wuming of Tianyu Palace who turned against them at the last minute and used all his strength to surround those self-destructing Adventers, Wan Bai and the others would have probably died on the spot..."

His voice was low and solemn, as if even the air was heavier with it.

He closed his eyes, and the thrilling scene reappeared in his mind: the sky was torn apart by the dazzling light, and the self-destructing descenders were like falling stars, spreading in all directions with the power to destroy the world.

At this moment of despair, an extremely bright light came rushing from afar. It was Ji Wuming, the Holy Son of Tianyu Palace. He had a resolute face and was surrounded by ancient and mysterious runes, like the strongest barrier between heaven and earth.

He stood in the void, forming seals with his hands and chanting an ancient and solemn spell. The spiritual power around him boiled and turned into a huge light shield, wrapping up the raging destructive force.

The aftermath of the explosion surged violently at the edge of the light shield, but could not move forward any further.

Ji Wuming's figure appeared lonely and majestic in the interweaving of light and shadow, and there was no fear in his eyes.

Shi Heng sighed slightly. Even though Ji Wuming was from Tianyu Palace, they had to say that this time, they really had to thank him.

After listening to Shi Heng's account of what happened that day, Luo Li exhaled, glanced sideways at her family, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "So, how are they now?"

"Let me tell you." Luo Xiao walked over and patted Luo Li on the shoulder. "Your brother and the others are fine. Wan Bai and the others aren't in good condition, but Lord Shi Heng was there a few days ago, so their lives are not in danger. As for Ji Wuming..."

Shi Heng shook his head slightly, then continued, "I've used all my life's knowledge, but I can only help him keep his breath alive."

Luo Li raised her eyes, the corners of her eyes slightly red, but her voice was firm, "Master, take me to see them, I will find a way."

Shi Heng nodded, "Follow me."

Luo Li stood up, her steps heavy but extremely firm. There was an unquestionable light in her eyes that penetrated the haze around her.

After passing through the long and winding corridor underground and pushing open the heavy wooden door, an even stronger smell of medicine hit me in the face. The flickering candlelight in the room illuminated several pale and tired faces.

Luo Li's gaze first fell on Luo Qingzhu and the others. They were either lying or sitting, surrounded by a faint halo of spiritual power, which was the protective mark left by Shi Heng.

Seeing that Luo Qinghuai and the others were indeed fine, Luo Li breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Song Wanbai and the others.

Several people lay in bed, frowning even in their dreams, unable to find peace.

She walked gently to Lan Xiaoxiao's bedside, reached out and gently stroked her cold forehead. A warmth flowed out from her palm, trying to dispel the lingering chill.

After checking the condition of the most seriously injured, Luo Li breathed a sigh of relief. "No one's life is in danger. It's just that the power of that descender is truly bizarre. I'm afraid it will take some time to recuperate before they can fully recover."

Shi Heng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Luo Li had a solution. "That's good. I've been reading ancient books lately, but unfortunately I haven't found a solution. Now it's easy. Xiaoli, are you still missing any spiritual plants? I'll go get them for you."

"Nothing is missing." Luo Li shook her head and looked at Shi Heng, "Master, let them rest first. Take me to see Ji Wuming."

Shi Heng didn't ask why, even though in his eyes, Ji Wuming and Luo Li should have nothing in common.

But he nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

Shi Heng walked lightly towards the depths of the underground secret room, and Luo Li followed closely behind him. The two of them passed through quiet rooms, which were filled with injured disciples of the Luo family.

Arriving at Ji Wuming's room, Luo Li stopped and gently opened the door. She saw the faint candlelight swaying, reflecting on Ji Wuming's pale face.

He lay quietly on the somewhat crude wooden bed, his brows slightly furrowed. Even in a deep coma, he seemed to have some indomitable spirit.

Luo Li slowly approached, lightly touching his wrist with her fingertips, and then she took out a pill with a warm and shiny glow and carefully fed it into Ji Wuming's mouth. Then she used her spiritual power to help it dissolve. Suddenly, a faint spiritual power fluctuation filled the room, as if even the air became warm and soft.

Her eyes were somewhat serious. She stood up, looked at Shi Heng and asked, "Master, how long has this condition lasted?"

Shi Heng thought for a moment and replied, "It has been like this since that day. We brought him here and I tried everything, but there was no way to make his condition better."

He glanced at Ji Wuming, who was breathing weakly on the bed, and then glanced at Luo Li, "Xiao Li, do you want to save him?"

"Well, the success of this plan is also inseparable from his help." Luo Li pursed her lips, "But... I'm actually a little helpless for the moment."

"You don't have any solution?" Shi Heng was stunned. "Then what was the pill you just fed him?"

Luo Li replied, "It's a Divine King Pill, but it can only make his injuries better. I'm almost not sure I can cure him."

Shi Heng's eyes were a little complicated. "If you can't do anything, then maybe..."

He always liked to leave things unsaid, but Luo Li also knew what he wanted to say.

Luo Li's eyes were determined as she glanced at Ji Wuming. "Even if it's because of what he did back then, I will save him."

She lowered her eyes. What Ji Wuming needed now was a place with abundant spiritual energy.

Thinking of Bai Ze and Xing Yi, Luo Li's eyes lit up. She raised her hand and waved, temporarily moving Ji Wuming into the Tower of Gods.

Then, she raised her eyes and looked at Shi Heng, "Master, I'm going to make the elixir now. I'll leave this to you."

Shi Heng was a little stunned, but he subconsciously thought that it might be a mansion or something like that where spiritual instruments of life could be placed. Therefore, he did not ask any further questions and just nodded, "Okay, I'll take care of them here."

Luo Li nodded, then left quickly, found a room at random, and entered the Tower of Gods.

On the first floor of the Tower of Gods, Bai Ze, Xing Yi, and Xiao Liu and the others who had been summoned back by Luo Li after she came out of the ruins, gathered together, their chins in their hands, looking at the young man on the ground who had been suddenly thrown in, scratching their heads in confusion.

What's going on? Has the Tower of Gods become a special shelter for unconscious people?

When Luo Li came in and saw this scene, her tense mood mostly dissipated, and the corner of her lips twitched, "What are you doing?"

Bai Ze crossed his legs and looked at Luo Li, "Who is this guy? Don't bring just anyone into the Tower of Gods. What if he sells you out after he gets out?"