Elder Brey looked at the barbarian professional, whose wound was exposed across his back, his expression extremely solemn. He knew very well that if an injury like this could also be healed immediately, then the Divine Spell bestowed upon the barbarian race by the God of War would be the most powerful among all known Divine Spells on the Central Continent.
"Great God of War, I pray to you. Lend me your power to heal this injury!"
The chant from his mouth carried a strange energy transmitted from a distant place, which descended upon the barbarian professional before him. Faint white light flickered across the barbarian professional's body.
The enormous wound rapidly shrank, and the grievous injury had become a minor one in a short time.
Although it had not healed completely, the result had already filled Elder Brey with immense joy. After all, every divine professional could store three uses of Healing at once.
The effect before him showed that no matter how severe the injury was, as long as the victim had not died on the spot, three uses of Healing could save him.
"Lord Brey, thank you! The injuries inside my body have also become lighter. With injuries like these, I only need to rest for a few days to recover on my own!" The barbarian professional felt the injuries on his body and cried out excitedly.
"You should thank the great God of War. It was the great God of War who used his mighty power to heal you!" Elder Brey solemnly corrected the excited barbarian professional.
"Yes, Lord Brey. I will pray to the great God of War after I return and thank him!" The barbarian professional hurriedly bowed.
"Finally, there's you!" Elder Brey looked at the last barbarian professional, who was being supported by