Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

At this time, Potato and Top were quietly huddled in the corner. Beside them, a black figure was curled up quietly.

Upon closer inspection, they found that it was Batian, who was on good terms with them.

It was obviously in a bad condition at the moment and seemed to be injured.

There was worry in Potato and Gyro's eyes, full of concern for Batian.

From time to time, they would stretch out their little claws (tentacles) and touch Tyrant very gently. They looked so cautious, as if such a slight movement could inject strength into it and dispel the haze brought by the pain.

You know, the former Tyrant was a man of strong physique, extraordinary momentum, and majestic wherever he went.

The whole aura is so powerful that it is awe-inspiring.

But now it seemed to have lost all its energy and spirit, lying limply on the ground, looking extremely weak.

Its owner, Xiaofei, was now rushing among the numerous wounded soldiers like a whirlwind, without stopping for a moment and was so busy that he was dizzy.

Xiao Fei was definitely not turning a blind eye to Batian's injuries or standing idly by.

In fact, the moment he saw Batian was injured, his inner concern and anxiety instantly burst out like a surging tide.

Without hesitation, he took out all the precious medicines and bandages he had on hand, without any reservation, and used all his strength to treat Batian's wounds urgently.

At that time, he himself suffered extremely serious injuries in the fierce battle that was like a sea of ​​fire in purgatory.

From the wound, blood was like a trickle, silently but continuously seeping out slowly.

The slight tingling sensation was like a group of demons lurking in the dark, tightly entwining his nerve endings at all times, mercilessly gnawing at his willpower and endurance.

However, Xiao Fei's concern for Batian far exceeds his own pain.

Therefore, he resolutely allocated all available resources to Batian without any favoritism.

And I silently persevered alone in this endless pain and torture.

The reason why he didn't stay to take care of Batian was because the number of injured people at the scene was staggering, and there were cries for urgent rescue everywhere.

Those ordinary people who were seriously injured were like candles in the wind, teetering on the brink of life or death.

They were extremely eager for rescue and needed Xiaofei's help urgently.

In comparison, as a mutant animal, Tyrant has a special physique and possesses stronger recovery abilities than humans.

Xiao Fei knew this very well, so even though he was full of worries, he still rationally chose to temporarily place Batian where he was.

With a heavy heart and firm determination, he turned and rushed to the seriously injured people who needed his help more urgently.

At this moment, the long and narrow wound on Batian's abdomen looked like a hideous crack, ruthlessly tearing its body apart, which was particularly shocking.

Xiao Fei tried his best to apply a simple bandage to the wound as quickly and carefully as possible, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

However, the blood from the wound was like a group of extremely stubborn little beasts. It broke through the weak defense line of the bandage and seeped out little by little like a fine bead curtain.

As time passed, the blood gradually spread, dyeing the surrounding originally shiny fur into a dark red, as if covering Tyrant with a layer of sad veil.

Batian lay there, his former spirit and energy disappeared without a trace.

Its head hung limply on the ground, its eyes were half-closed, having lost their former sharpness, its ears were drooping, and its body would occasionally twitch slightly due to the pain of the wounds.

That listless demeanor, coupled with the pitiful appearance, is like a sharp hook that can easily hook the heartstrings of every onlooker, making people unable to help but feel endless pity in their hearts.

The viewers will spontaneously feel a strong urge to lend a helping hand, to heal its wounds, to help it regain its former awe-inspiring majesty and vigorous vitality, and to once again become the overlord that gallops across the world and is invincible.

Li Luo witnessed Batian's miserable appearance at this moment, and a deep pity welled up in his heart.

She immediately quickened her pace and hurried towards where Batian was.

Potato and Gyro stood beside Batian, looking worried, as if they were shrouded in a layer of haze.

Seeing Li Luo coming, their eyes instantly glowed brightly, just like the dawn of hope in the dark night. Their originally dull eyes were instantly lit up, filled with expectations and trust in Li Luo.

"Mommy! Mommy! You're here at last! Come and take a look at Batian, he's seriously injured!" Potato shouted in a shrill voice.

"Great, Luo is here, Batian can be saved!" Gyro also echoed, his excitement hard to hide in his voice.

The two little guys had long hoped that Li Luo would come to help them, however, looking around, the conditions of the many injured were much more serious than Batian's.

Those seriously injured people were struggling on the brink of life and death, groaning in pain from time to time. The miserable scene was heartbreaking.

Potato and Gyro have always been by Li Luo's side. Having been influenced by him for a long time, they can naturally distinguish the priorities of things.

They understand that in such an emergency, those whose lives are in danger must be saved first.

Batian himself is also aware of the current situation.

Although its wounds were very painful and made it lose all its energy, fortunately it was not fatal.

After all, it is a mutant animal with special self-healing abilities, and it will definitely get better after some time.

So it gritted its teeth, endured the pain of its wounds, and told Potato and Gyro not to disturb Li Luo.

Although the two little guys were particularly worried about Batian's injury, they could only bear it and silently guarded beside Batian, praying in their hearts.

Li Luo walked to the three little ones and slowly squatted down.

She first placed her hands lightly on the little heads of Potato and Top, stroking them gently, as if conveying a kind of silent comfort and strength, which made the two little guys' originally tense nerves relax a little.

Then, she turned her gaze towards Batian, her eyes full of concern, her voice gentle but with unquestionable firmness:

"Batian, don't be afraid. I will treat you now and you will no longer feel pain soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, a soft halo slowly appeared on the palms of her hands.

The halo was like the warmest and softest blanket draped over the body when the winter sun shines down. It carried strands of healing energy, spreading out little by little, like a trickle, slowly covering the scary-looking wound on Tyrant's abdomen.

Batian instantly sensed this healing force full of kindness and power, and his body seemed to have received some kind of signal.