"Aren't I just a divine healer incarnate?"
[Ghost Valley] cheerfully held the blood stains left by the small injuries everyone suffered from their long and bumpy journey.
Within minutes, all the injuries, large and small, on everyone's bodies were healed.
"Quick! Quanye, is there any hope for Xiaoliang?" Wu Xiaoyao suddenly thought of something and hurriedly and carefully laid down the dried corpse he had been carrying on his back.
[Ghost Valley], whose real name was Wu Quanye, immediately went over to inspect. Of course, he also wished to revive Wu Liang effortlessly, so they wouldn't have to pin their hopes on that elusive Immortal Realm filled with uncertainty.
However, the moment he reached out, a flash of shock and apology crossed his eyes, and he trembled as he withdrew his hand.
"Brother, Xiaoliang no longer has any blood in his body..."
Bang—
Wu Xiaoyao, breathing heavily, struck his fist against the rock-hard wall beside him.
