The Savior Holy Sword in Xue Ding's hand dissipated, and he let out a long breath.
The mission was completed, a 23-hour speedrun through Hell and the Evil Eye, with records to show for it.
If not for the significant time spent in intelligence gathering and planning in the early stages, the time could have been further compressed, perhaps even down to under 15 hours.
Xue Ding laughed. Even the cost this time was very minimal.
He only felt the depletion of magic power, as if he had been mercilessly drained dozens of times overnight, coupled with the thorns sprouting from the price of Divine Art, and the grotesque spine piercing his marrow, it was merely flesh wounds he endured.
For someone clad in Protection and Birdman Armor like him, these flesh wounds were almost no different than mere skin breaks.
