Yun Yang walked over quickly, grasped Qiu Jianhan's hand in his own and activated the Endless Divine Art without a second thought. He delivered the force of vitality into Old Marshal Qiu slowly before he began to carefully check on his injuries.
Even though he was no stranger to the battlefield, Yun Yang could not help sucking in a cold breath as he poked and prodded.
The old marshal had fought in the frontline without attempting to avoid danger and threats; he had been gashed and was peppered with a multitude of wounds, but more than ninety percent of his injuries were external. Besides having Bai Yixue as his guard, the old marshal's cultivation base was decent and it seemed that he was not seriously hurt.
There was actually only one injury that had put him in this current state, but that single wound was serious enough to be fatal.