Countless heroic spirits watched the demons retreat. The murderous aura and fighting spirit in them began to dissipate, and they returned to the world one by one.
"Wujie, what is this?"
Ling Laofei came to Li Wujie's side and asked.
"They can persist until now only because of their obsession, the obsession of seeing the demons retreat. Now, the demons have retreated, the war is over, and the souls of the martyrs can rest in peace..."
Li Wujie saluted the heroic spirits who disappeared between heaven and earth, and others followed suit.
Whether it is the ninth-level saints and title-level demon hunting groups, or the third-level ordinary warriors and sergeant-level demon hunting groups, they all paid the highest respect to the martyrs who died in this battle.
They are heroes.
The spiritual wings behind Li Wujie dissipated, and his whole body fell softly and straight downwards.
Two pairs of big hands caught Li Wujie at the same time.
"Captain Chen."
"Xiao Qian."
The two looked at each other and then focused their attention on the young man.
He is not yet eighteen years old!
Elder Ling shouted, and an old man wearing more complicated clothes than the saint's uniform stood up and said to the soldiers below: "I am Ling Xiao, the master of the priest's temple. All military generals will lead your soldiers back.
Rest in the camp and don’t stay here. This young hero’s life is not in danger, and I promise you in the name of the Priest Temple that he will return to normal.”
Ling Xiao's words did not receive a response. I don't know who took the lead in shouting: "Your Majesty the Pope, we ask to know his name!"
Afterwards, a large number of soldiers knelt down on one knee and shouted, hoping to know Li Wujie's name.
The master of the priest's temple is also called the pope.
"I am the leader of the title-level demon hunting group, Fall of the Demon God, Chen Zidian." Chen Zidian's older voice sounded from the wall of Zhennan Pass: "Please stand up, everyone, he is a hero, and he has just returned to the world.
The heroic spirits are heroes, so why aren't you?"
"You are heroes too."
"Demon God's Fall Demon Hunting Group pays high respect to the heroes!"
As Chen Zidian's voice fell, the six members of the legendary demon-hunting group, six powerful ninth-level men with domain, saluted the warriors of Zhennanguan at the same time.
As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers in Zhennanguan fell into a brief silence. After a while, cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami suddenly broke out.
Yes, they won this war, even if it was a tragic victory, at least now they have defeated the enemy. They are all heroes, and they are all heroes who protect mankind.
However, they still want to know Li Wujie's name.
"It's him! It's Pastor Cloak Flower!"
"It's really him!"
"He, he's not even twenty!"
A rustling sound sounded, and then it turned into a discussion that set off the whole city.
Pastor Cloak Flower, this is the code name given to Li Wujie by the soldiers who have been to the wounded barracks. At least one fifth of the soldiers here have been rescued by Li Wujie!
In the wounded barracks, Li Wujie was famous for not closing his eyes for nine days and nine nights, and rescuing the wounded non-stop.
In the wounded barracks, Li Wujie was already a legend.
And when Li Wujie appears as the carrier of heroic spirits, this legend will become an epic that will be spread forever.
Some warriors approached the members of the Demon Hunting Group one after another. No matter what cultivator or level they were, they directly asked them if they knew Li Wujie's name. In their opinion, since they were from the Demon Hunting Group, they must know it, right?
"Wujie seems to be unwilling to be famous, and he seems to be very low-key in the Exorcist Pass."
Chen Zidian was a little hesitant when he heard this, but he didn't know who took the lead. The name of Cloak Flower gradually resounded throughout Zhennanguan.
Time passed little by little, and the disaster relief activities in Zhennanguan were urgent.
Although the demons have retreated, the Demon God Emperor is still stationed in the demon camp in the distance. No one can guarantee that the other party will not suddenly take action, suddenly change his mind and launch a second attack.
For Zhennanguan, the previous process cannot even be called a war, but should be said to be a disaster.
Fortunately, this disaster is finally over.
Li Wujie was sent to the main hall of the priest's temple.
As the main hall of the Priest Temple, this place is naturally one of the targets of attacks by the demons. Fortunately, there are enough restrictions on the main hall to barely protect itself from being too seriously damaged. The ruling government is not so lucky.
It has become a ruins.
Li Wujie's injuries were repeatedly checked by the saint from the Demon God's Fall, and it was finally confirmed that Li Wujie was just too tired and needed rest instead of treatment.
Get enough rest.
After noticing that there were only four people from the No. 2 Demon Hunting Group at the sergeant level, after hearing that one person went to the wounded barracks to take care of the seriously injured assassins in the team, Zhao Kong was transported to this room under the instruction of Demon God's Fall.
A saint took action personally, and then she gave Zhao Kong's medical history.
"My body has been eroded by the demonic curse of the Hell Blood Demon. Logically speaking, I can expel him, but because he is a relatively rare non-attributed spiritual power, the dark spiritual power has infected the non-attributed spiritual power. I will take action now.
Treatment is not saving him, but killing him."
But the vision of a saint is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.
"This child seems to have been fed some magical medicine. His body is constantly being supplied with vitality, and there is also a fiery light force in his body that is destroying the source of his spiritual power."
"The situation in his body is really too complicated. I have two suggestions. One, exchange blood. Two, give him a lot of life force."
"If it is a blood transfusion, then the blood of his relatives must be used."
"Then use mine!" Ai Ying said without hesitation when she heard this: "You can use as many as you want!"
"You can't do that, little girl. Your spiritual power... doesn't match his physical condition. Are there any people in your family who have non-attributes or dark attributes?"
This question stopped Ai Ying. Ai Ying shook her head blankly and sat beside Zhao Kong's bed.
"Then we can only use the second method. The life force in his body plus some of my medicines can at least ensure that he will not die. But if you want to make him completely healed, I am afraid you can only use the legendary living body.
It works. Otherwise, even if he relies on time to kill it, he will not be able to use his spiritual power in this life."
The saint in the priest's temple frowned: "But that thing is just a legend..."
"It's okay." Zhao Kong's vocal cords have recovered in the past few days. To be precise, the vocal cords are the first part of his recovery: "Isn't this person still alive? And you don't know, Lord Saint, our leader
He’s so awesome, there’s no one in the world that he can’t do it with, wouldn’t it be so easy to find a life fruit..."
Facing Zhao Kong, who was in a good mood, the saint could only leave him some pills and left.