At this moment, two black figures quickly ran over from afar. Very soon, they stopped in front of a group of mercenaries. The two of them were the mercenaries who had chased after the middle-aged man.
The two of them were middle-aged men in their thirties or forties. Their faces were covered in blood, and their bodies were covered in wounds. Their tattered clothes had been dyed red with blood, and their resolute faces were pale. However, their bright eyes were still brimming with energy.
Seeing how the two of them returned empty-handed, it was obvious that they had failed to catch up to the middle-aged man.
"Sigh, that person possesses wind-attributed Saint Force, so he has a huge advantage in terms of speed. Even though we're stronger than him, we can't catch up to him at all in our current state. He managed to escape in the end," one of them said helplessly.
"Whatever, let him escape. I never thought that he would actually be from the Boundless Bandits. No wonder he's so powerful. If it weren't for the help of a mysterious expert, we probably wouldn't have been able to make it back alive. It's already extremely fortunate that we managed to keep our lives this time," said a burly middle-aged man. The one who spoke was a tall and sturdy middle-aged man. Under the illumination of the fire, one could vaguely see that the skin on his face was rather tanned.
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the expressions of the other mercenaries who had gone to kill the Boundless Bandits changed slightly. There was actually a hint of relief and lingering fear in their eyes.
"Captain Lang Tian, are you alright?" At this moment, a mercenary arrived before the middle-aged man and asked in concern.
The middle-aged man called captain Lang Tian lowered his head slightly when he heard that. He looked at his wounds and shook his head gently, "I'm fine. I can still hold on." With that, the middle-aged man glanced at the mercenaries on his shoulders. He let out a long sigh as sorrow flashed through his eyes. He said with a heavy voice, "It's a pity that Mu Yunbai, Da Hei, and the captain of the Desert Mercenaries have all died to the hands of the Boundless Bandits."
Many of the mercenaries became filled with sorrow when they heard that, especially the members of the Desert Mercenaries. Their hearts were extremely heavy. However, to the mercenaries who often roamed the Tian Yuan Continent and lived on the edge of the blade, who knew how many times they had experienced something like this. They had already become accustomed to it, so they calmed down very quickly.
"Brothers, although we have successfully forced the Boundless Bandit Group to retreat, we have only encountered a small group of them this time. If we were to encounter their large group or elite group, we would definitely have no chance of survival. Therefore, it is not wise to stay here for long. Everyone, immediately count the casualties and bury the brothers who have died in battle. After that, we will hurry through the night and leave this place immediately," Commander Lang Tian said loudly.
Hearing this, the mercenaries immediately became busy. Among them, the mercenaries who were more heavily injured were escorted away to be treated with medicine. As for those who were strong and not heavily injured, they were all arranged to dig holes and move the corpses.
Everyone busied themselves silently. A strange silence filled the entire campsite. At that moment, no one said anything. They all silently went about their own business. The atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Jianchen glanced around and sighed inside. Although they had achieved the final victory against the Boundless Bandits, it had been a pyrrhic victory. After the battle, the combined strength of the three mercenary groups had been drastically reduced. Their numbers had been reduced from several hundred to less than a hundred. They were less than a third of their original strength. Only five of the dozen or so experts who had charged out had returned, and all of them were injured. Their battle prowess had plummeted. Even the captain of one of the mercenary groups had died in the battle against the Boundless Bandits.
"Jianchen, are you alright? Are your wounds heavy?" At this moment, a rather familiar voice rang out in Jianchen's head.
When Jianchen heard that, he turned around and saw that Mu Yun had appeared behind him at some point in time. The person who had spoken was Mu Yun.
Mu Yun's current condition was not very good. His face was sickly pale. His previous confrontation with the middle-aged man had not been as easy as it seemed on the surface. Although his combat skills had allowed him to unleash his strength, with his current strength, using combat skills would put a huge burden on his body.
Jianchen shook his head gently and said, "I'm fine." Jianchen paused and looked at Mu Yun with a complicated gaze. He said softly, "Mu Yun, your combat skills have been discovered by many mercenaries. You should be careful along the way. Once you reach a safe place, leave this caravan as soon as possible. Otherwise, I'm afraid that some of them will do something to harm you."
With Jianchen's words, Mu Yun glanced at the mercenaries who were busy in the surroundings and chuckled, "Jianchen, thank you for your kind reminder. I will be careful." Although he said that, Mu Yun didn't seem worried at all. It was as if he didn't care about these mercenaries at all.
Jianchen's heart skipped a beat as he stared at Mu Yun's calm face. He seemed to be in thought. Jianchen did not believe that Mu Yun was strong enough to protect himself in the mercenary group with the strength he had displayed against the middle-aged man.
After all, Mu Yun took out a white porcelain bottle from his Space Ring and passed it to Jianchen. He said, "This is good medicine for healing. Take it orally and use it externally. Take it and treat your injuries."
"Thank you!" Jianchen did not refuse. He directly extended his hand and accepted the bottle from Mu Yun.
"You're welcome. Go treat your injuries first. I'll go do some things for them as well." With that, Mu Yun left.
Two hours later, the entire caravan was cleaned up. The mercenaries who had died in the battle were all buried in a large pit. Not a single person from the Boundless Bandits paid any attention to them. Their corpses were still strewn across the ground. The mercenaries hated the Boundless Bandits so much that no one would bother to collect their corpses.
During the two hours, Jianchen had roughly treated his injuries. He had also changed out of his clothes that had become tattered from the battle with the middle-aged man. Before they set off, Jianchen had prepared over a dozen sets of clothes in his Space Ring, so he did not have to worry about not being able to find a change of clothes.
"Set off!"
Once everything was ready, the entire caravan set off again under the orders of one of the leaders. They were prepared to travel through the night without any rest. After the attack by the Boundless Bandits, the caravan no longer dared to stay in the area, not even for a moment longer.
After the battle with the Boundless Bandits, the caravan's defences had been drastically weakened. They no longer had the strength to deal with the upcoming battle. After all, quite a few of the bandits had managed to escape. If the caravan did not leave, they would be surrounded by a large group of bandits before long. At that time, they would really be powerless to turn the situation around.
Jianchen climbed onto his mount with great difficulty and followed the caravan through the night. Jianchen closed his eyes as he silently circulated his Saint Force to heal his wounds. After being struck by the middle-aged man a few times, Jianchen was quite heavily injured. At the same time, he had consumed far too much Saint Force. Even the most basic movements were rather difficult for him right now, let alone battle. On the Tian Yuan Continent, where danger could come at any time, strength was the most important thing. As a result, Jianchen did not dare to rest for even a single moment. He worked hard to recover his strength.
The caravan moved forward quickly on the official road. As everyone was worried that the Boundless Bandits' reinforcements would catch up with them, they moved several times faster than before. Even so, they were only a little faster than an ordinary person running at full speed. After all, there were carts full of goods, so it was impossible to speed up even if they wanted to. Even at their current speed, they almost overturned their carts several times when they passed through some bumpy roads.
Jianchen's eyes remained closed as he circulated his Saint Force to slowly heal his wounds. Due to the environment, Jianchen did not dare to focus on healing at all. As a result, his extremely heavy wounds healed at a snail's pace.
Jianchen could not help but think of his mother, Bi Yuntian. He could still clearly remember how he had injured his third brother, Changyang Ke, a few years ago in Changyang Prefecture. Bi Yuntian had healed Changyang Ke effortlessly without even leaving behind a single scar. If a Radiant Saint Master was present right now, it would probably be much easier for him to heal. Unfortunately, there were just far too few Radiant Saint Masters, and they possessed extremely great statuses. It was impossible for the three mercenary groups to invite them over with their current strength.
Just as Jianchen thought of a Radiant Saint Master, a thought suddenly flashed through his head. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the moment he opened them, a resplendent light shot out from his eyes.
"Oh right, I can sense Radiant Saint Force and absorb it. I wonder if I can control Radiant Saint Force to heal myself like a Radiant Saint Master," Jian Chen thought to himself. As soon as he thought about how it was very likely that he could control Radiant Saint Force like a Radiant Saint Master, his heart immediately surged with excitement. He was unable to control his joy.
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