The health bar is regenerating.
The torn muscles on the body are regenerating and healing.
One bottle isn't enough, let's have another.
The broken arm first tingles, then itches as new bone tissue rapidly grows and connects.
Inside Tong Xin's body, where he can't see, the cracked bones gradually heal as the health bar recovers.
Third bottle... fourth bottle... fifth bottle.
After drinking five bottles of potion, the health bar was full, and all the injuries on the body were healed, even the scars from the branches disappeared.
"Five bottles of potion, such a loss."
But there's no choice, the persistent pain is worse than death.
Taking a long breath, Tong Xin leapt out of the bushes.
As if in a dream, a vivid painting unfolds before his eyes, surrounded by towering cliffs that reach the sky, as straight as if cut by knife and axe. Under the sunlight, the patterns on the cliffs resemble runes carved by time, exuding an ancient desolate aura.
