Jeming's injuries did not further worsen, all thanks to the Body Refining Technique's Adaptive Evolution stubbornly operating, allowing this body and the remnant soul to gradually "get accustomed" to this broken state.
The only fortunate thing was that the expected pursuers did not appear.
Whether it was because the Patroller's diversion had worked, or the frontal battlefield had pinned down the enemy's top forces, it gave him a chance to catch his breath.
According to a rough estimate, there should be only about two days left to reach the Nolun Workshop defense line.
"Hopefully... nothing unexpected happens again..." Jeming thought weakly, his chapped lips moved slightly.
However, as if to respond to his ill-timed prayer...
Far to the side ahead, a wave of malice-laden spiritual power, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, suddenly intruded into Jeming's perception range, which had become dull and blurred due to soul damage.
