"Thank you, Captain!" Mofasa took the recovery potion Tina handed him, his hands trembling slightly.
He had never drunk such a high-grade recovery potion before, so he impatiently opened it and poured it into his mouth.
"Hmm!?" The taste was strange, somewhat sweet and sour, followed by a lingering sweetness. Mofasa smacked his lips afterward, as though savoring the aftertaste.
When Tina heard Mofasa smacking his lips, black lines immediately covered her face, and her chest heaved with anger. She knew this fellow probably had never drunk one before and had only heard about them, but she still could not help getting angry. Yet there was nothing she could do. Mofasa needed to recover his abilities immediately, so she could not be stingy.
This high-grade recovery potion was truly precious. If it were not an emergency, she would never have given it to Mofasa to waste.
Yes, waste! For Mofasa, one bottle of such a precious potion would immediately restore his abilities, but because his body could hold too little ability energy, part of the potion would be wasted.
Therefore, the best way was to immediately release abilities after drinking the potion. That way, the remaining medicinal effects could be used again to replenish his abilities and achieve the highest possible efficiency.
Even so, part of the potion still could not be fully utilized. But under these circumstances, recovering abilities as quickly as possible was the best option. Otherwise, Tina might have had Yam give Mofasa the inferior recovery potion he carried, which would probably have had a much higher utilization rate.
"Stop talking. Watch the Metal Monsters' movements, and don't let them hurt you." When Tina saw a long blade flying toward them, she immediately pulled Mofasa aside. The blade skimmed past his head, startling him into a cold