Amid the ruins, Miss Tina was struggling to lift the stones that looked extremely heavy.
At last, amid the rubble, Maid Miss successfully found Young Wally, who had been buried there with both arms severed.
"Master!"
Tina quickly jumped into the pit and sat the disheveled, dirt-smeared Young Wally upright... Young Wally instinctively looked at her, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say something.
"Master, what are you trying to say... You're in terrible shape." Tina quickly continued, "Drink these potions. They're all top-grade potions... The ones that guy gave you. I'm not happy about it, but they really are good things."
But Young Wally suddenly swung his severed arm and knocked the little potion bottle out of Tina's hand.
Maid Miss's expression changed slightly.
"I... I don't want to hear anything about that guy!" Young Wally gritted his teeth and shrieked, "I still have medicine of my own! Plenty of it!! I don't need anyone's help!"
As he spoke, a small bottle suddenly appeared from thin air before crashing to the ground.
However, Young Wally, whose arms had been severed, was utterly unable to pick it up. Seeing this, Maid Miss silently reached out to take it, only to be knocked aside by Young Wally's shoulder.
"I don't need anyone to pity me!! I can do it myself!"
Tina was sprawled on the ground and was just about to get up when Young Wally lowered his head and, like a vicious dog searching for food, picked up the little bottle from the ground with his mouth.
He raised his head and bit the bottle to pieces with his teeth, swallowing the shards and liquid together. Then he tightly pressed his lips together, but his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Many granulations rapidly grew from the wounds