After all, the system had long since broken down, and Saint Roland I had no other way to obtain these potions. Truly, every bottle used meant one less bottle remaining.
But when he thought that as long as he could kill Zhou Xu, there would no longer be anyone on this continent who could stand against him,
he made up his mind. Then Saint Roland I tipped his head back and drank one of the potions.
This recovery potion did not have any instant recovery effect. It was not that powerful.
Even if you drank it during battle, it would be useless all the same.
What the potion increased was the rate of recovery.
Simply put, after drinking the potion, a mage had to meditate and a warrior had to regulate his breathing. Only then could the potion take effect during the process. It was a post-battle recovery potion, essentially.
At this point, Saint Roland I's thoughts had also become clearer.
After fighting Bloodhand continuously for the past two days, he had expended quite a bit of his own strength. He would drink a bottle and recover first.
The better he recovered, the greater his advantage would be when he fought Bloodhand again tomorrow. Perhaps he might even be able to take advantage of tomorrow's battle to wipe out Bloodhand in one fell swoop.
Meanwhile, during the time Saint Roland I was busy recovering, inside Plain Fortress, Shi Lei was also busy helping Bloodhand recover.
Just as yesterday, he had the undead mages led by Gege Wu first infuse Bloodhand with the Undead Energy they had absorbed on the battlefield.
Once the infusion was complete, Shi Lei asked...
"Tomorrow, when you fight Saint Roland I again, are you confident?"
Faced with this question, Bloodhand fell silent for a long while,