Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1280 - Rescue
Chapter 1280 – Rescue
Though Li Dayuan had vanished, his final will remained. He had poured every last shred of power into a colossal palm that even ninth-level Primal Origin Realm cultivators wouldn’t dare face head-on.
Liu Wuxie had no time to spare; if he didn’t meet the strike directly, it would crush him to death. The Saintess watched with worry, knowing Li Dayuan would have captured them without Liu Wuxie.
Liu Wuxie’s gaze went flat and cold. The Great Five Elemental Mythical Art or the Heaven-Severing Strike could only stall that palm for a moment.
As it descended, he suddenly vanished. Terrifying true essence surged out, wrapped around him, and transformed him into a primordial dragon that shot upward to meet the strike head-on. The divine dragon tunneled through space and climbed higher and higher, suicidal in the eyes of onlookers.
Elder Long clenched his fists, his heart almost leaping from his chest. No one else watched Liu Wuxie as closely as he did.
“Soaring Dragon!” Liu Wuxie executed the fourth form of the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms perfectly and, together with the previous three, combined all four forms.
The vast might of the divine dragon left the two elves in disbelief as it pierced the giant palm and ripped it apart. A gap opened, and Liu Wuxie burst through to the other side.
Golden blood rained from the sky as the divine dragon vanished, and Liu Wuxie plummeted. If he slammed into the ground, the injuries would be severe. The elven saintess chanted; streams of water coiled up, cushioned his fall, and lowered him gently.
Even so, his fleshly body was devastated, covered in cracks. After all, he had forcibly executed Soaring Dragon. His cultivation was insufficient, and the backlash struck him hard.
“Saintess, what should we do now?” the other elf asked, staring at Liu Wuxie’s half-conscious state.
Liu Wuxie had spent all the true essence in his desolate world and had little astral energy or Pure Yang Pills left. After killing Li Dayuan, he had fainted before he could even retrieve the interspatial ring. The Saintess didn’t hesitate and began casting healing magic.
“Saintess, you mustn’t! You have exhausted all your magical force, and your body might not hold up if you continue to cast magic,” the other elf said, hurrying to stop her from using what little magical force she had remaining.
The Saintess had drained herself with the Wind Erosion Magic and then spent more on the water spell to catch him. Pushing further could make her collapse.
“He saved our lives, and I can’t watch him bleed to his death,” the saintess said.
Determined to save him, she ignored her companion; the other elf couldn’t cast healing magic at all. She lifted her short spear and chanted. Cracks crept across her own body even as soft radiance poured over Liu Wuxie.
The glow wrapped him, knitting wounds, sealing fissures in his organs, and erasing the visible injuries in mere seconds. This was the power of elven healing magic.
When it finished, the Saintess crumpled, unconscious and bloodied. She had spent the last of her magical force and might well sleep forever.
Roughly a minute later, Liu Wuxie stirred. Confusion flashed across his face as he checked himself. “I’m not injured?”
“Please, save the saintess! I beg you!” the other elf said, clutching his arm.
The Saintess’s life force was ebbing fast; she would die at this rate.
“What’s going on?” Liu Wuxie asked.
Understanding came quickly, and his eyes narrowed. The healing magic had restored him, but the saintess had burned herself hollow to do it. He crouched beside her and examined her condition.
“Her injuries are serious. We have to find a quiet place to treat her,” he said. He had no pills of his own, so he snatched up Li Dayuan’s interspatial ring and fed the Saintess pills from it.
Carrying her, he scanned the area, and then he sped toward the distant mountains. A battle had just shaken the land; experts would gather soon. It was too dangerous to linger. Even though his fleshly body had been mended, his true essence remained drained.
As he traveled, he circulated the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and drank in the ambient spiritual energy, refilling the desolate world.
After fifteen minutes, he found a decent cave and slipped inside. He spread a blanket and set the saintess down. Pain pinched her delicate face, her brows knitted, and her eyes stayed closed—a sight to wrench the heart.
The pills had stabilized her for the moment, but a complete treatment would be troublesome unless they used healing magic again.
“Do you know any healing magic?” Liu Wuxie asked.
The honorifics the other elf used made it clear this unconscious woman held a high status.
“I don’t know any healing magic,” the elven girl said, close to tears.
If anything happened to the saintess, how could she face the elders?
Liu Wuxie also looked troubled, as he didn’t know any healing magic. He had learned a few magic spells, but he couldn’t cast them because he wasn’t a cultivator of magic.
However, healing magic wasn’t particularly profound, and most elves knew how to cultivate it. The only downside for the elven race lay in the limitation on the spells they could cultivate. If their magical force could support only three types of magic, they could select only three that suited them best. The elven girl’s magical force was average, and she had cultivated only two—one offense and one defense.
The elven girl sobbed, not knowing what to do. She had already lost her composure.
“Don’t cry. She suffered those injuries because of me, and I won’t let her die,” Liu Wuxie said. As long as she wasn’t dead, he was confident he could save her. He searched his memories for a way to treat an elf.
After all, the elven constitution differed from that of humans, and the pills only kept her condition under control for the time being, as human pills had little effect on them.
The best way to treat her was with healing magic.
“Can you contact the other elves?” Liu Wuxie asked. If they could find other elves, there would surely be a way to save her, so long as they knew healing magic.
“That man named Li Dayuan killed the companions who were with us. Only the saintess and I escaped,” the elven girl said, sobbing quietly. There were other elves in the mountain ranges, but she didn’t know their location, nor did she have a way to contact them.
Liu Wuxie’s brows knit together. Once the pill’s energy ran out, the Saintess would still face death.
“Ancestral Tree, inject wood-attributed energy into her body to help her heal,” Liu Wuxie said. He summoned the Ancestral Tree without further ado, and it separated vast amounts of wood-attributed energy to heal her injuries.
It was indeed effective. The Saintess’ injuries were healing, but she remained in a coma. The healing mended only her external injuries; the backlash of magical force wasn’t going to easily yield to treatment.
The Saintess had exhausted her magical force when she cast her healing magic on Liu Wuxie, causing irreversible damage to her body.
“Divine Fruits! They must be able to treat her!” Liu Wuxie said, finally finding a solution after searching through his memories. Divine Fruits had wondrous effects.
Not only could they strengthen the divine force, but they could also increase the magical force in one’s body. Magical force and divine force were similar in many ways, as humans relied on divine force to cast mythical arts, while elves relied on magical force to cast magic.
There was fundamentally no difference between the two.
If the Saintess could receive nourishment from the Divine Fruits, Liu Wuxie believed they could awaken her, even if they couldn’t heal her completely.
Once she regained consciousness, she would be able to heal herself by then.
“You stay here to look after the saintess. I’ll go find what’s needed to treat her,” Liu Wuxie said. He had to hunt several divinekin to condense Divine Fruits.
“You won’t abandon us, right?” the elven girl asked nervously, afraid that he would desert them. The elven race wasn’t proficient in fighting. If the other races found them, they would probably capture them to turn them into slaves.
After all, many were fond of capturing elves as slaves or using elven healing magic to treat their injuries.
“Don’t worry. I won’t abandon you two,” Liu Wuxie said in a solemn tone. He took out array flags and sealed off the entire cave, ensuring that even experts at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm wouldn’t be able to break his spiritual array.
From Li Dayuan and his companion, Liu Wuxie harvested three million astral stones and three thousand Pure Yang Pills, enough to last him for a while.
The spiritual array ensured that no one could enter, but it also meant that the elven girl couldn’t leave. For safety, Liu Wuxie set up illusion, defensive, and spiritual arrays to ensure there were no loopholes before leaving.
Time was short, and he didn’t know how long the Saintess could hold on. His figure flashed and vanished from where he stood, searching aimlessly; even he didn’t know where he could encounter members of the divine race.
Liu Wuxie’s mood was heavy. If the Saintess ended up dying, he would feel immeasurable guilt.
