Ji'Han's Command

Amidst the roars of joy and salvation, Lilian began to descend towards the arena below, John held firmly in her embrace. His eyes were closed, his soul weak and flickering. His skin was blackened in many parts, burnt black by the Nine-Petal Yang Lotus' immense heat. 

Beneath his blackened flesh was even worse. His muscles were gruesome, with more of them torn than intact. His bones were fractured in hundreds of places, and broken in dozens. His blood was drained, enough to make his body pale white was it not for his burnt flesh. 

Finally, his aura was as weak as a flickering candle, the candle saying alight from the remnants of his healing powers, as well as the healing Qi from the Star of the Serpent Tree fruit. Even so, it was as if he were a mere mortal at the moment, one on their deathbed ready to take the final step into the dark abyss at any moment.