Luo Qingchen gritted his teeth, persevered, and sat cross-legged.
He needed to heal.
No matter what, he could not give up!
As long as he was alive, there was still hope!
He gathered the last trace of Chaotic Power within him and began, with difficulty, to repair his damaged meridians and body.
The Power of Space Law attached to the wounds was quickly consumed and purified when encountering the Chaotic Power, like ice and snow melting.
His injuries began to recover at a slow yet determined pace.
Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan also sat down cross-legged, beginning to replenish their exhausted Spiritual Power.
They knew that now was not the time for frustration and despair.
They must remain at their best.
Time slowly passed in the dead silence of this void.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
Luo Qingchen's injuries had mostly healed.
Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan's Spiritual Power was fully restored.
Yet, they were still trapped in this endless void, unable to find any way out.
