Global Reincarnation: Becoming A God With My Unlimited Revive

When the clan leader and the elders heard these words, their expressions became extremely ugly.

The little girl who had just been rescued cried out loudly. She looked at her grandfather on the ground with a pitiful expression, tears streaming down her face.

"Continue to treat him. Do your best! Do your best!"

Fifth Elder shouted loudly. His black eyes gradually turned red, and his old tears slowly filled his eyes. It was obvious that he could not accept this result.

The surrounding elders' eyes also turned red. They thought of the past and the scene of the Third Elder sacrificing his life and blood to fight the Purple Race for the sake of the Zhao clan.

At that time, they were still young. In order to gain a foothold in this city, they had clashed with several clans in the city. Both sides had fought several times.

Relying on their unity and the protection of the Zhao clan, under the leadership of the clan leader, the few elders forcefully fought their way out. Finally, they gained a foothold in this city.

At the moment, the entire clan was thriving day by day, and their strength was getting stronger. They had even become one of the three great clans in this city, causing people to revere them and not dare to easily provoke them.

Looking at the Zhao clan members who were getting stronger and stronger, the elders thought that they were old and could enjoy a peaceful life.

However, who would have thought that the Third Elder would actually suffer such a great calamity, spilling his blood all over the streets. This caused everyone's heart to ache to the extreme.

"No matter the cost, do your best to save the Third Elder. We must save him!" the Second Elder shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Alright... Alright, we will do our best. We will do our best."

The few Healing Summoners gritted their teeth and continued to treat the Third Elder with all their might, trying to fight for that sliver of hope.

However, looking at the Third Elder whose aura was getting weaker and weaker, the Healing Summoners finally could not bear the pressure in their hearts. They collapsed onto the ground, their faces filled with self-blame.

"I'm sorry. It's all our fault. Our Healing Spell Skill Levels are too low. I'm sorry."

The Healing Summoners apologized in self-blame, their eyes filled with guilt.

The surrounding Zhao clan members fell silent. They looked at the dying Third Elder and clenched their fists tightly.

Some of them could not help but start to cry slowly while trembling.

It was unknown when the sky had darkened. Thick clouds covered the sky, indicating that it was going to rain very soon.

However, no one left. All the members of the Zhao clan stood where they were, looking at the blood-stained Third Elder with grief.

It was also at this moment...

When everyone was filled with grief and despair, the white leopard slowly walked into the crowd and stopped in front of the Third Elder. Then, it sent the Healing Summoners next to the Third Elder flying with a swipe of its paw.

"What are you doing?!"

When Zhao Buhui saw this, he immediately looked at the white panther. Even though he knew that the white panther was not to be trifled with, Zhao Buhui was still furious and heartbroken.

Li Xuan ignored Zhao Buhui. Instead, he raised his blood-stained claw and placed it on the third elder's abdomen.

In an instant, the light of the Advanced Healing Spell began to shine. It was like a light, flickering between light and darkness.

The sudden appearance of the Advanced Healing Spell caused the Healing Summoners' eyes to widen. One of them could not help but exclaim in shock, "Advanced Healing Spell! It's actually an Advanced Healing Spell!"

"What? Advanced Healing Spell? Are you sure?" the clan leader immediately asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes, it's definitely an Advanced Healing Spell. I swear on my life that this is definitely an Advanced Healing Spell!" the Healing Summoner said solemnly, his voice resolute and resolute.

These words and the healing glow in front of him caused the clan leader to be completely stunned. He stood there in a daze.

The surrounding people were also stunned. They watched as the wound on the Third Elder's abdomen healed rapidly and felt the warm healing power.

The way everyone looked at the white panther had completely changed. It was completely different.

At this moment, everyone suddenly discovered that there was a very deep wound on the white panther's body. It was at the right lung.

This wound stunned everyone, especially when they saw that the wound was still bleeding. However, the white panther did not care about it. Instead, it used the Healing Spell to heal the Third Elder.

This scene made Zhao Buhui feel guilty. He gritted his teeth and bowed deeply to the white panther.

"The enemy has three experts at the Black Iron Rank Peak. The white panther is only a Low-Level Black Iron Rank. He is still in his infancy. It is not easy for him to save someone like that."

The Second Elder spoke faintly, his eyes full of gratitude.

Pitter-patter!

A heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, pouring down in the cold wind. It enveloped the street and everyone else.

No one from the Zhao clan left. Instead, they immediately found something to block the rain.

They did not block it for themselves. Instead, they blocked it for the white panther, the Third Elder, and all the injured people.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and many members of the Zhao clan were drenched. Even the Third Elder's granddaughter was drenched. Only the white panther did not have a drop of rain on it.

This was because not only were there people who shielded the white panther from the wind and rain, but the clan leader and the elders were also willing to expend a large amount of Spiritual Power to condense a Spiritual Power shield to protect the white panther and the Third Elder.

Such a shield consumed a lot of Spiritual Power, and it was a unique move that could only be used when fighting for their lives.

However, the members of the Zhao clan had used their full strength at this moment. They used their actions to express their gratitude to Li Xuan.

Time slowly passed. The rain became heavier, and the wind became colder. However, no one left, and they continued to guard quietly.

Finally, the white panther, who was in the center of their line of sight, put down his paw. It nodded and said, "That's enough. He just needs to take a good rest for a while, and he'll recover."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The clan leader saw that the Third Elder's complexion was getting better and better, and his breathing had also stabilized. He immediately brought all the members of the Zhao clan and bowed to thank the white panther.

"Thank you, Lord Panther."

Zhao Buhui imitated Adai's way of addressing the white panther and bowed deeply to it once again.

This way of addressing the white panther caused Adai, who had been waiting anxiously beside him, to be slightly stunned for two seconds. Then, he scratched his head, not understanding why Zhao Buhui wanted to snatch his title.

"Let's go."

Li Xuan walked elegantly toward the Natural Residence.

He was a little tired and needed a good rest.

Without transforming, he had to save people and kill three men in black. It was really tiring.

"Lord Pather, did the three men in black run away?" Zhao Pangzi was very curious about the results of the men in black, so he could not help but ask.

"You'll know when you go to the slums."

Li Xuan replied lazily as his figure gradually disappeared into the rain.

Everyone looked at the white panther who had left and was curious about the results of those men in black. At the same time, they were prepared to investigate and see which clan dared to attack them.

"Let's go to the slums. I want to see who dares to attack our Zhao clan members. I want to make them pay with blood."

The Zhao Clan Leader's voice was icy cold. It was obvious that he was really angry and was preparing to take revenge.

"Yes!"

The eyes of many clansmen were also burning with the fury of revenge. This time, the Zhao clansmen had been attacked consecutively. They had to take revenge and make those outsiders pay the price of blood.

In this kind of emotion, the Zhao clansmen were divided into two groups.. One large group brought the injured back to the clan, while the other small group rushed into the slums to check the results of the battle.