The warm sunlight streamed into the room, bringing with it the warmth of early spring. However, the gloomy atmosphere inside the room dispelled any warmth entirely, leaving only heaviness and oppression.
The face of the Divine Captors was pale, dressed in a thin garment, covered with a thick quilt, and weakly leaning against the bed.
It is hard to imagine that even a Divinity Realm warrior would one day fear the cold. An Innate Realm expert can withstand heat and cold, and a Divinity Realm expert can sleep on Xuanbing without harm.
The fact that the Divine Captors is in such a state shows that he is on the brink of exhaustion.
"Alas..." The elder diagnosing the Divine Captors' pulse gently withdrew his hand, shook his head with a sigh, "This time, the Divine Captors has sustained injuries to the root, compounded by external evils invading, with a particularly malignant energy infesting his body. His condition is not optimistic. Recovery will take at least several years."
