"surrender!"
"Surrender!" The warriors of the Cloud City Alliance shouted loudly, with the joy of victory in their voices.
Following the deafening surrender, many warriors of Huan Shizong put down their weapons.
"The battle is over." Seeing the scene of Huan Shizong warriors surrendering, Qin Ming fell down with a smile on his face.
"Leader!" Feng Bai exclaimed, supporting the unconscious Qin Ming.
Lian Ren hurried over, checked Qin Ming's situation, and said with a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I just passed out because of being too tired."
Qin Ming's body was in a mess and suffered serious injuries, but these injuries were not enough to knock Qin Ming into a coma.
With Qin Ming's strong physical fitness, these injuries would heal quickly, but it was only because he was too exhausted and forced to use a powerful attack that he fell into a coma.
The experienced Lian Ren, after checking out Qin Ming's condition, told the warriors of the Yuncheng Alliance, which made them feel relieved.
Everyone knows that Qin Ming's previous attack was not that simple.
That has the power of a real dragon. If a dragon-level warrior, even a warrior who has not yet reached the peak of the dragon-level, releases it, no one will believe it if it is said that there is no burden on the body.
In addition, Qin Ming fought against the poisonous demons before, transformed himself into a massacre, although he didn't suffer many injuries, his physical strength was exhausted.
Fainting after a battle is not a serious matter, and it is reasonable.
The warriors of the Yuncheng Alliance concentrated on gathering the prisoners, waiting for Qin Ming to wake up.
...
When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the sedan chair.
He sat up with force, a trace of pain came from his body.
"What's going on here? Didn't I take the perfect dragon-level healing pill before I fell into a coma?" Qin Ming clutched his chest, puzzled.
Even Huan Tian has the perfect dragon-level healing elixir. As a elixir refiner, why doesn't he have enough elixir?
In the previous battle, Qin Ming took more than one pill.
Although the effect of his pills was much worse than other warriors, he didn't just take one or two pills, but took ten pills in one go.
With so many perfect dragon-level elixirs, he should be able to heal the injuries that are not too serious in his body soon.
Not bad, not too serious.
For Qin Ming, getting injured was a common occurrence, and he suffered more than one or two injuries that were much more serious.
He was used to this little injury.
But the previous injury, using the perfect dragon level healing elixir, should be able to recover soon.
Although I don't know how long I have been in a coma, there is always an hour or two.
Closing his eyes, Qin Ming's mental power penetrated into his body, sensing that the medicinal properties of the perfect dragon-level elixir in his body had completely disappeared.
"No, with the power of the perfect dragon-level elixir, it should be able to heal all the injuries on my body."
"But now, although some of the injuries have been treated, there is no treatment for other injuries."
With a thought, Qin Ming took out a perfect dragon-level pill from the space ring and swallowed it.
Immediately, the elixir was fused, and the power of the medicine was released.
But as the medicine dissipated, they didn't go towards the injured place, but wandered freely in the body, disappearing little by little.
"What's going on? Could it be that my perfect dragon-level healing pill is of inferior quality?" Qin Ming laughed absurdly.