After being struck by six fine bolts of lightning in succession, six gaping holes immediately appeared in Qin Fengming's body. Flesh was missing, blood and tissue sprayed everywhere, and his body was almost completely covered in bloodstains. He looked utterly tragic.
However, a layer of emerald mist suddenly appeared around Qin Fengming's body, rapidly converging toward his wounds.
The wounds riddling his body actually began healing at astonishing speed. The recovery was so rapid that Qin Fengming's mind suddenly roared, leaving him dazed for a moment.
"Vitality energy—that's the energy released by the little gourd!"
A cry of surprise suddenly burst from Qin Fengming's mouth, his voice brimming with delight.
Even in such a perilous situation, Qin Fengming could still show joy. That alone demonstrated that he had noticed something capable of bringing him immense delight.
Qin Fengming had indeed discovered something that filled him with joy. At that moment, his entire body was wrapped in a layer of emerald mist. The mist was cool and refreshing, spreading across his wounds, and the pain that had just forced a cry from him was actually weakening.
Moreover, as the emerald mist spread through his body, countless tiny buds of flesh rapidly appeared in the six wounds where chunks of flesh had been blown away. The buds writhed and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, repairing the damage at an unimaginable rate. Even the severed meridians within his flesh quickly reconnected.
In the blink of an eye, no more blood flowed from the shattered wounds. Fresh crimson flesh rapidly grew, and the wounds swiftly closed. The speed was astonishing—far faster than Qin Fengming could have repaired his injuries by swallowing miraculous pills and circulating his cultivation arts.
The spiritual liquid within the little gourd could rapidly replenish the dharma-power