"Other than the ones you see, they're all dead."
She walked straight into the tower and found a random spot to lie down. The divine ability she had just used to escape had drained the Qi and Blood from her body. Now, she was little more than skin and bones.
Even her once full cheeks were sunken, making her sharp features appear even more ferocious. The elders of the Six Jia Tower and the others heard her tone and knew this demon woman was in a rage. They dared not provoke her.
They averted their gazes and worked together to treat the wounded. Without another word, they silently grieved for their tens of thousands of disciples, nearly coughing up blood from the pain. The Red God Palace Master took out a slender-necked porcelain vial from her robes, pouring out a single black pill that reeked of blood.
Without a glance, she fed it into her mouth and pressed it under her tongue. After five breaths, the Qi and Blood in her body gradually began to rise again. Her racing heart calmed slightly, and she stood up from her seat and walked over to Chanxi.
The piercing wound on her shoulder and neck had already stopped bleeding, but the scar was a blackish-red, as if it had been scorched, and it was still spreading towards her face and torso. The Red God Palace Master only needed a single glance to know what was causing the trouble.