Jiang Ping An stood beside the bed, his gaze sweeping over the vicious wounds on Shi Da Hu's body.
A faint trace of high-level Rule Power lingered in them.
It must have come from the special weapons used by the Black Mountain Tribe, preventing the wounds from healing naturally.
There was also a chilling poison steadily eating away at his vitality.
Fortunately, although the Rule Power on their weapons was high-level, they did not know how to use it, so little remained in the wounds.
The poison was troublesome, but it was not yet beyond remedy.
Jiang Ping An was not particularly skilled in healing Divine Arts.
But these wounds and this poison were no great problem for him.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm down, and held it above Shi Da Hu's body.
With a thought, strands of Primordial Qi flowed from his palm and gently entered Shi Da Hu's body.
As one of the most fundamental forces in the world, Primordial Qi held immense vitality and the power of creation.
It was highly effective at healing physical wounds and dispersing rules.
For now, its main purpose was to stabilize Shi Da Hu's rapidly worsening injuries, nourish his nearly exhausted vitality, and stop him from deteriorating further.
At the same time, Jiang Ping An activated his Devouring Power.
A powerful pull arose from his palm, drawing away the Rule Power clinging to the wounds.
Next, the black poison that had seeped into Shi Da Hu's blood and was destroying his vitality was forcibly extracted along with the Black Blood.
As the Rule Power faded and the poison was removed, Primordial Qi nourished the wounds. Fresh flesh sprouted in gashes deep enough to expose bone, torn skin swiftly drew together, and dark blood gave way to fresh crimson...
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