The Successor of the Great Archmage

At once, Zhang Fei felt his body begin absorbing the green mist with astonishing speed, as if a famished old man who had gone hungry for years had suddenly laid eyes on a beauty. At the same time, Zhang Fei could not help opening his mouth and crying out in pleasure. "Ah!"

"Fuck!" Wang Xuan turned around and took a step back, forcibly restraining himself from kicking the black brute away. Damn, that sounds disgusting. Goosebumps had risen all over his body.

The people around them looked at Wang Xuan and Zhang Fei strangely as well.

"What are you looking at? I'm treating his injuries. He'll recover soon!" Wang Xuan's face darkened as he glared fiercely at Zhang Fei, frightening Zhang Fei into quickly covering his mouth with his hand.

Wang Xuan cast the Soldier Talisman again. This time, milky-white light was absorbed by Zhang Fei, and the countless wounds covering his body were instantly healed.

If everyone had not noticed anything when Zhang Fei's recovered vitality—which was invisible to the naked eye—had just returned, then the immediate healing of his external injuries now left them gaping in astonishment.

Although everyone recovered from injuries fairly quickly, this was just too fast. More importantly, if a battle became intense, possessing a talisman that could help restore one's body would provide a tremendous advantage.

"Come, Yun Chang, I'll give you one too. It'll feel great." Wang Xuan took out another Rain Blessing Talisman and slapped it onto Guan Yu. The green radiance looked exceptionally harmonious against Guan Yu.

Guan Yu clenched his teeth. Although the comfort spread from inside out, especially in a situation where one's vitality had been damaged like his and Zhang Fei's, Guan Yu would absolutely never allow himself to make a sound like Zhang Fei had. It was