The battleground was a mess.

Li Luo sat under one of the trees that had not been leveled. Lu Qing'er was bent over him, tenderly helping him bandage the wound on his palm. Although Li Luo had healing abilities, the wound was so deep that he would probably take a few days to recover.

Qin Zhulu was slumped over like a ragdoll nearby, too tired to move an inch. He had been ridden hard as well, caked in thick patches of dried blood from when he had tanked Lin Suo's attacks. He had paid a heavy price too.

At the moment, there were more wounds than unblemished skin for Qin Zhulu.

It was said that the best defense was a good offense. Indeed, Qin Zhulu's constant aggression had kept Lin Suo too busy to attack...