There were still some floating corpses clustered at their feet, pale faces, rotting bodies, which made Yan Wushuang's hair stand on end.
The senior brother in front of Yan Wushuang couldn't help but cast a Clearing Talisman, complaining, "With so many wounded, when will this end?"
He didn't know either, full of worries.
Sister Zhang lightly waved the Qingjing Bamboo from above, golden light like rain showered down on this earthly hell.
The wailing gradually quieted.
The unpleasant odors were blown away by the wind, leaving only the fresh scent of bamboo leaves.
Many of the less serious wounds on people's bodies began to heal on their own.
Yan Wushuang felt a surge of energy—it just got a lot easier!
The Qingmu Sect specialized in alchemy, and naturally had some knowledge in medicine.
