In front of the inpatient building of the Cloud Central Hospital, which had been reduced to ruins, dozens of cultivators surrounded a huge black snake-like figure.
Situ Ting was positioned on the inner edge of the battle line. After several close-quarters battles, she was seriously injured. Her right arm, hanging by her side, trembled uncontrollably, and she could barely hold the gun. Yet, she kept her eyes fixed on the snake-like shadow that kept spewing black venom from the mist, ready to strike at any moment.
"Senior sister! If you keep going like this, your arm will really be ruined!" Situ Xuan adjusted the hat on her head that represented the medical team. Seeing this, she quickly stepped forward, looked at her arm with concern, and couldn't help but advise, "Everyone here is holding it up. Even if it's a battle of attrition today, we can wear it down. Your injury is more important!"
Situ Ting pursed her lips and quickly scanned her surroundings—
Her companions were all injured. Some had exhausted their spiritual power and could no longer hold on. They collapsed on the spot after losing consciousness and were carried off the battlefield by their junior brothers and sisters who were in charge of logistics. Then new people took their place.
She shook her head, shaking off Situ Xuan's arm that was supporting her, "As long as I haven't fallen, I can continue fighting!"
With that, she gritted her teeth, raised her two guns, and charged toward the black snake shadow, but suddenly felt dizzy and unsteady, staggered several times, and fell to the ground.
"Senior Sister!" Situ Xuan exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward.
Situ Ting's face turned deathly pale, instantly losing all color. She vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with black blood, and then had no strength left to support her body.
Situ Xuan reached out and took her pulse, and was shocked. Before she could say anything, she quickly took out a set of silver needles from her medical kit, quickly sealed several major acupoints on her body, and then fed her a few pills, which she then transferred to her body using her spiritual power.
A few breaths later, Situ Ting opened her eyes. Her complexion was still very bad, but her breathing had become steady.
"Thank you." She looked at Situ Xuan gratefully, tried to raise her hand, but could only move her fingers with difficulty.
The two guns slowly dissipated in her palm, unable to solidify.
Her spiritual power was also exhausted.
Situ Ting sighed, not forgetting to instruct, "Have someone escort me down there, and get someone to take my place as soon as possible. That position is extremely important; it absolutely cannot be lost!"
Situ Xuan readily agreed, turned around and called her companions, who then placed Situ Ting on a stretcher and carried her away.
The wounded in the rear were resting, and cultivators skilled in healing magic were checking their injuries one by one.
When it was Situ Ting's turn, she casually asked, "How is Ahua doing? Have all the patients been settled?"
The octopus nurse was taken aback by what she heard. One of her tentacles adjusted her glasses, while the other pointed in a certain direction.
“Ahua—he was just brought over, he’s over there.”
Situ Ting was startled and sat up abruptly. "What?"
"Oh dear! Be careful!" The octopus-like nurse hurriedly pressed her back onto the bed.
Situ Ting pressed him urgently, "What happened to him? Wasn't he not on the battlefield? How could he be injured?"
"He was ambushed, his head is split open—hey, where are you going! You're badly injured, you can't run around like that!"
The octopus-like nurse was frantically flailing her arms, desperately chasing after him, but Situ Ting had already mustered the last bit of spiritual energy in her chest to support the operation of her internal organs, and shrank to an inch to reach Ahua's bedside.
She looked down and immediately felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar—
Ahua wasn't just cracked open; he was possessed and his body was forcibly broken free!
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