Little White's face was stained with blood, and his smile under the afterglow of the setting sun appeared so brilliant.
Naughty Two and Ear immediately dashed out, supporting the faltering Little White to the location of the supplies and pouring injury medicine down his throat.
Though the Demon Tribe's injury medicine couldn't compare to what the Exchange Stone Pillar offered, its effects weren't bad either. In just a few minutes, Little White's wounds fully healed.
However, the numerous Bone Demons present knew that the threat Little White had just resolved was only part of this raid.
Danger was far from gone.
Little White, with his wounds healed, stood up, gazed at his surrounding fearful teammates, and immediately gripped his long sword tightly, saying loudly.
"Brothers, life and death, wealth and honor, hinge on this fight! As long as we can guard the supply depot, not only will we avoid blame, but we'll also gain merit, so fight with everything you've got!"
