He Luanchuan lay in the medic's arms, his eyes peacefully closed. Seeing him like this, Feng He let out a sigh of relief.
The protective shield had been taken down. Feng He walked over to the mutant beasts that had been killed by the spiritual power attack, squatting down to examine them closely.
These mutant beasts were very thin, not at all like the ones they had seen on the battlefield before.
"You two, help me lift it up," Feng He said, directing two soldiers standing nearby.
After a moment's hesitation, the two soldiers complied. Once they had propped up the mutant beast, Feng He activated her Star Ring and began to record everything in front of her.
She reached out and squeezed the mutant beast's hand, finding the texture completely different. Feng He couldn't believe it.
She squeezed it a few more times and realized it was true.
