Chương 1084: The Order holds no regard for those it deems foolish.

Four Complete Divine Stage Cultivators burst into a room, using their Mana, with tensed looks on their faces, they carried their 21 injured companions who had passed out and were barely breathing.

Seeing unknown men barging into the room, the beings wearing white robes inside the room frowned, however, as their eyes fell on the 21 bodies that these men brought, their expression changed.

"Lord Sylvarion! We need your help!" The man shouted.

The Lord Sylvarion he mentioned was an elf and one of the most well-known healers currently present in the Order.

Seeing their expression, Sylvarion didn't waste any time either, waving his hand, he took over control of 21 injured cultivators' bodies and placed them on the beds. The man blinked in surprise, he knew Sylvarion was strong, probably stronger than him, but to think his Mana would overpower his so quickly and he would take control over his companions' bodies that easily…

How was this possible…?