Dillian and his team of doctors were also on the battlefield. Still, they were operating around the less dangerous corners of the area, constantly stopping by the fallen bodies on the ground.

Grade-3 doctors, like the ones around the battlefield, could help the wounded with less trouble get back into the fight quickly. But not only that. It was important to get the treatment done as quickly as possible to ensure a faster recovery or at least the survival of the members of the local forces.

So Dillian and his grade-3 colleagues flew over the area, searching for bodies still alive while trying not to get involved in the fighting.

Dillian saw many bodies below where he was flying over, looking for people to help, regretting what he saw.

Not only was it terrible to see parts of this city destroyed by war, but seeing people he knew brutally killed was something terrible.

“Mirya…” He lamented as he saw the state of that person who had been with the Black Plain since the first years of Minos there, even before the War of Independence.

But this man’s lament was not only because this woman was a companion who helped the Black Plain to develop. It was also because she was Minos’ friend and one of the few people who had access to this ruler.

Minos would be extremely sad and furious when he found out about such a thing, so Dillian could only deeply regret the situation of that woman, who he could no longer help.

But he could not stay focused on the dead and soon went back to looking for other people who could receive his help.

He then saw Viola’s body lying face down on the ground, in one of the rubble not far from Mirya’s remains.

Dillian clenched his fists and flew quickly to this woman, hoping to save at least her.

‘Come on! Be strong! Don’t die without a fight!’ He shouted in his mind as he landed beside her and began to check this woman’s condition.

But even though he was a doctor who was at level 65, near the peak of low-level grade-3 classification, this man with a black mustache could do nothing against a soulless body!

When trying to figure out the problem with Viola, this doctor could not identify her soul, something that only corpses demonstrated!

‘She’s already dead…’ He profoundly sighed as he felt a tightness in his chest upon discovering that mother and daughter had died on this battlefield.

“Damn it!”

“How did this happen?” He shouted in a fury as the sounds of battles made themselves present in the area he was in, as well as the sounds of pain and cries of the innocents watching the area.

When Viola went to her mother in despair, such a green-haired woman ended up hindering her group, which was restraining a high-level Spiritual Saint. As a result of her actions, that individual attacked such people with a powerful mental attack, which victimized not only her but several individuals in such a group.

In this way, before she could even get close to her mother to cry for her loss, Viola had had her soul obliterated by the enemy attack.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” A shout caught Dillian’s attention, indicating a person still alive near where he was standing.

With that, such a man soon left Viola’s body behind, focusing on rescuing someone who could still be helped.

When he arrived at where those cries were coming from, this man immediately came across two people—a low-level Spiritual Emperor from the army and Ivory, who was unconscious.

He came across this and hesitated, not knowing who he should help first.

Dillian could not save both of them simultaneously since he did not have the skills to do so. Thus, as he had to choose, he made an ugly expression and regretted this situation once again.

“Forgive me, but I must see her condition first.” He said in a low voice, embarrassed but certain that trying to save an allied Spiritual Saint was more important than a Spiritual Emperor of his own organization.

He then began to check on that woman’s situation while the individual in the Black Plain Army uniform cried in pain on their side.

Dillian then verified that, although badly wounded, her soul weakened, and missing one of her legs, Ivory could still be saved!

So he quickly began to use his abilities to heal her body, first stopping the bleeding while trying to ‘nourish’ her soul a little.

He would not do all the procedures necessary to heal her right now since she would probably need days to do it. Furthermore, Spiritual Saints could rebuild parts of their bodies when fully rested. That way, there was no sense in him exhausting himself to recover that lost limb.

But once she awoke, this doctor would quickly make Ivory swallow some pills for her to quickly regain her strength.

They needed to keep fighting, so doctors like Dillian would use pills made by the army alchemists to boost these wounded allies.

That did not do well for cultivators since resting and not using such resources after serious injuries were ideal. But in a moment of need, they had no alternative but to use all available possibilities!

Thus, Dillian soon did the preliminary work with Ivory, luckily having managed to attract another doctor to his location to help the agonizing soldier there.

When Ivory awoke from her unconscious state with Dillian’s help, this man made her swallow the said pills, which quickly began to take effect.

“Uh?” She looked bewilderedly at Dillian, seeing rays of light behind this man in the skies of Dry City.

At the same time that her vision was a little blurred, the sounds of battles seemed to generate a powerful earache and headache in this woman. “What’s happening?” She asked, not quite understanding where she was.

“Ivory, you are in the middle of a battle in Dry City. Our men need you!” Dillian said to her, holding the shoulders of this beautiful blonde woman, who was dirty with blood and dirt at the moment.

She looked at him strangely for a few moments but soon began to remember what had happened before she lost consciousness.

Ivory then looked at one of her legs and saw the consequence of the blow she had suffered earlier.

Gulp!

Her heart beat faster as, for the first time, she had lost part of her body in battle!

Pa!

But then, Dillian slapped her in the face, bringing this woman back to reality. “Wake up! Time to fight!” He shouted at her, pointing to the skies, where bodies were falling all the time while battles that would go down in history were taking place in that area.

This woman saw this and remembered her purpose in this place, to fight and defend Dry City!

So, after a few seconds, she flew back to the battlefield in the local skies while Dillian went back to looking for people to help in this chaotic place full of ills.

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