The total attack has begun.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Realm originally intended to launch a feint attack, applying pressure on Earth’s civilization to rescue the Dark Pixiu Saint Heir. Apart from the personnel of the Pixiu Race, there are also several Upper-Rank Demon Saints equivalent to the Void Realm.

Unfortunately, the rescue team didn’t even make a ripple before disappearing without a trace, while Earth’s civilization suddenly launched a total attack, leaving them in a dilemma.

To truly resist head-on, continuous transportation of troops is needed, along with enough high-level cultivators to suppress. If they choose to retreat, the hundreds of thousands of troops at the front must forcefully withdraw, with unimaginable casualties during the process.

"Fight!" shouted one of the eighteen Saint Heirs of the Pixiu Race.

From afar, Earth’s True Immortals tore through space and approached, among them are several Half-Step Immortals. The strong ones in the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm engaged them without a word.

This area is too small for them to spread out their power and they began to shift toward the galaxy. For Half-Step Immortals, every move can cause planets to shatter, their power terrifyingly great.

Earth’s civilization continuously transports troops through the Realm Gate, with tens of thousands of starship mother ships standing across, and ship cannons at satellite level can blast Celestial Demons into debris.

"Kill!"

The Federation Army, along with Immortals, pressed forward with combat power that is two or three times that of the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm. When Earth’s civilization spared no effort, the battle situation instantly became clear.

"Quick! Quickly save them!"

Injured Earth Immortals returned carrying severely wounded dying companions. Amidst the massacre with the Demon Race, they retreated at the appropriate time, not fighting to the death.

Individual flight devices provide impact force, throwing soldiers from damaged warships and aircraft toward the Celestial Demon Realm, significantly enhancing their survival capabilities.

Once ordinary soldiers’ warships are damaged in space, the probability of death is over ninety percent. Hardly any soldiers can land in the Celestial Demon Realm.

The medical department quickly operates, with Liu Nan, Elder Wei, and others responsible for the rescue of Earth Immortals and Celestial Immortals. Cultivators at this level can generally heal themselves if not severely injured, but once they are, it becomes a matter of life and death.

Those responsible for treating ordinary soldiers are also battlefield doctors. Military doctors roam around, modern medical technology is developed, as long as the brain is not damaged and there’s still a breath left, timely treatment can save them.

"Brother Wang, come help!" Liu Nan called busily.

They had just witnessed Wang Xuan’s vigor, and now they wanted to ask why he, a medical cultivator, was so good at fighting.

It’s so unscientific.

But once the battle started, they had to get busy, moving the wounded here. Some were severely damaged in tendons and bones, others with injuries to their meridians and souls.

If the injuries are not life-threatening and they’re too busy, these medical cultivators would temporarily treat them, focusing on those who are critically injured, prioritizing those who need urgent treatment.

Wang Xuan nodded. In the medical department, there are over a hundred people, and he was just one of them; everyone has their own tasks and needs to contribute.

He was assigned an Earth Immortal who was a loose cultivator voluntarily joining the Celestial Dragon Team. The middle-aged man had lost his right arm and half of his chest, with his heart exposed.

He could endure the pain, and his bodily tissues could regenerate, but repairing the meridians would take a long time, and the tendons and bones need careful re-tempering to recover to the level matching his realm.

Wang Xuan casually waved his Treasure Saber, and before the Earth Immortal even realized, the debris of clothes and flesh at the wound was cleanly removed.

"What may I call you, fellow cultivator? Anyone who can go to the battlefield is a brave man whom I admire greatly." Wang Xuan glanced at the wound; it was serious, but certainly not life-threatening. He needed to minimize the aftereffects.

"Just call me Old Gao." Old Gao gasped for air. Only after leaving the battlefield did he feel the pain. As for surviving it, he considered himself lucky.

Wang Xuan stopped the bleeding and treated the wound, saying, "Activate your magical power to begin regenerating your severed limb, the sooner the better."

"Isn’t a missing hand supposed to slowly regrow? Supplementing energy and blood for a few days should be enough." Old Gao said.

After touring the battlefield and getting injured, his energy and blood were really depleted at this moment, his body lacking the ability to harness energy and blood to regenerate severed limbs.

"Not a single day can be wasted." Wang Xuan commanded,

Old Gao could only obey, and with his energy and blood depleted, he activated the essence of the flesh, and the flesh at his wound began to grow, albeit his face turned pale.

Seeing this, Wang Xuan injected a strand of Creation Magical Power into him, and immediately, his slowly growing flesh started emerging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a quarter hour, more than half a hand had regrown.

"Brother Wang, there’s a patient with a chest wound here, we’re overwhelmed, please handle it." Liu Nan pleaded again.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan left, with Old Gao’s arm now almost fully restored, except for a fist-sized portion where the flesh continued growing swiftly but stopped abruptly.

The urged growth of the Creation Magical Power ran out just in time.

Originally elated, Old Gao looked crestfallen, chasing after Wang Xuan, repeatedly saying, "Doctor, I’m still missing a fist."

"Consume a Spirit Pill to replenish your energy and blood, and grow it yourself slowly, about a day later it should be fine." Wang Xuan said as he hurried off to save someone.

Seeing the patient with a chest wound, Wang Xuan realized why Liu Nan sought his help; the injury was indeed too severe.

Everything below the waist was gone without a trace, and the two once lofty peaks were torn away during the battle, leaving bloody wounds now.

"Female?" Wang Xuan frowned slightly.

"Get me a female doctor." The patient’s face was quite pretty, likely a renowned Female Immortal, now in such a plight, she didn’t want intimate contact with a man. If word got out, her reputation might suffer.

Wang Xuan nodded, turned around, and shouted loudly, "Hu Mei, come over!" His voice hadn’t reached for ten seconds before a tall, plump young woman arrived.

"Your magical power is very suitable for restoring energy and blood and healing wounds. Help this Female Immortal regain her graceful form." Wang Xuan said.

Because of her special cultivation technique, Hu Mei appeared plump; she was originally a beauty, and having witnessed Wang Xuan’s healing skills up close, she held an idol-like admiration for him.

"Alright, Brother Wang, take a break first, let me handle this." said Hu Mei as she rolled up her sleeves, taking out dozens of bottles and jars filled with various pills, emitting a strange scent.

The Female Immortal saw Hu Mei’s attitude and frowned, asking, "How do you and his skills compare in the Medical Dao, who is stronger?"

"Of course Brother Wang is stronger. He’s a hundred times more skilled than me; he can heal most wounds easily with just one hand, allowing swift recovery.

If it were me handling your injury, even with consuming a large amount of Miracle Elixir, stimulating with Medical Dao magical power, assisted by Secret Techniques, it would take about ten days for a rough recovery.

If Brother Wang assisted, assuming he’s in a good mood, perhaps a quarter hour later you’d be lively again."

As she spoke, Hu Mei pointed at Old Gao; despite missing a fist, he could now go briskly visiting injured comrades.

The Female Immortal’s expression froze, glancing at Hu Mei then at Wang Xuan, finding it hard to put aside her pride.