The wind on the Black Soil Plateau carries an endless chill.
The wind blows past, like a knife slicing through!
But even so, it could not dispel the burning emotions in Lin Dong and Ah Lang's hearts.
Ah Lang stumbled to his feet, his eyes suddenly shining with a light. He pointed eagerly at the person asleep on his back, his voice slightly trembling:
"Big brother, quickly! Save him, he is the Chiyan Warlord of the past, and also my benefactor in the Extraterrestrial Battlefield! And also, he was your father's good brother back in those days!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Dong's heart shook, and he immediately stepped forward. His fingers lightly touched the pulse of the Chiyan Warlord, and a warm, thick spiritual power surged from his palm, slowly seeping into the Chiyan Warlord's body.
He closed his eyes, focused, sensing every slight change within his body. The flow of Inner Qi was like a gentle stream, gradually repairing those meridians and internal organs shattered by battle.
