The instant the Immortal Berserker released him, Lind vanished and appeared in the ring. The wolf was breathing heavily and lay on its side. Blood flowed from it like a river. The blue ichor covered the stage.
Lind cared not and flew to her side. He quickly applied pressure and stopped the bleeding, yet his senses told a horrific tale.
Her meridians were twisted and her dantian crystal was cracked severely. Her organs were heavily damaged but all of that was fixable. He already could think of several pills, elixirs, and even a few formations that could come together to repair the body.
The damage to her soul, however, was beyond him.
Even if he was in peak condition and pushed everything to its limits, there was nothing he could do.
"You used the Dao of your Art to become a true wolf. Not an illusion but the phantom made flesh. You knew that would hurt your soul too, but you did it anyway." The damage was 2 fold. Internal and external injuries.
