"Pah!"
"Pah, pah!"
As the center of the area struck by the pillar of light, Lu Yuan struggled out of the crater and dropped to one knee. Cursing amid the dust, he spat out the dirt in his mouth, silently reached out, and snapped his arm—broken from directly enduring the light pillar's shockwave—back into place. Mana swiftly surged through his body, and he soon looked as good as new.
Of course, he only looked as good as new.
Mana expenditure was still expenditure.
And the depletion had been severe—far beyond what could be replenished in a short time, unless he was in a Treasure Land or took pills.
Speaking of pills, Xiao Yan deserved some praise.
As the man who had brought the profession of alchemist to the Myriad Heavens, and currently the only person in the Myriad Heavens capable of refining pills effective even against Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns, Xiao Yan had greatly advanced the alchemy profession. The results had been unimaginably good.
In the Myriad Heavens, where a single retreat could last thousands of years,
for Xiao Yan to make alchemists a first choice—or at least one of the alternatives—for so many people in less than five hundred years was truly remarkable.
Though more than half the credit belonged to Ya Fei...
In any case, Lu Yuan did not know that...
Still, whether he knew or not did not stop Lu Yuan from taking out pills from the Storage Ring he carried and swallowing them. Then, he dug Mandala—who had also been buried in the crater and looked half-dead—back out.
"Gulp!"
After a pile of pills went down her throat, Mandala immediately opened her eyes.
Her gaze moved from Lu Yuan's face to his hand.
Then from his hand to the bottle in it.
Looking at those pills,