Elder Julia snapped back to reality and dived toward the wreckage that was the ground to gather the living weapons left by the rank 4 cultivators that had died during the storm.
The truth was that Noah's safety had the priority in her mind, so she hadn't thought about the living weapons until he resurfaced and proved his well-being.
Of course, Noah was far from good. His body was a bloody mess. Peaceful Storm's attack had broken his skin, torn his muscles, and damaged his internal organs. Only his bones appeared to be somewhat fine because they were resistant against that type of offensive.
He would have to spend months in seclusion and consume a large number of powerful beasts to recover from his injuries and fix the Demonic Sword. Yet, he could stand and even put up a fight if the situation required it.
"You lost 4 alarms". That was my message this morning.