"Zhou boy, you really are fierce!" Black Donkey praised him from the bottom of its heart. Though it had mastered two profound runes and possessed the potential to reach the Chaos Realm, it could at most defeat powerful opponents of the same rank. It could not kill a Heavenly River King across ranks, much less a Heavenly River Thearch.
Not just it—even Red Moon was slightly moved. Part of it was because of Zhou Heng's strength, but more because of his courage.
Only Ying Mengfan was heartbroken beyond measure. She hurried over, tears covering her lovely face, wishing she could take his place.
"Fool, if you turn ugly, I won't like you anymore!" Zhou Heng said with a smile. He took a Vajra Pill and a Spirit Conversion Pill, swallowed them, then sat cross-legged and refined the Life Essence absorbed by the Black Sword to restore his Spiritual Power.
For Zhou Heng, refining Life Essence was the fastest way to restore and accumulate Spiritual Power. But Life Essence was Life Essence, not Spiritual Power. To fill his Spiritual Power reserves by killing warriors of the same rank, he would need to kill at least ten thousand of them. That was far too much slaughter.
But when used to restore Spiritual Power, it was simply wondrous beyond compare—especially when he was injured. Life Essence was inherently more effective at healing wounds than replenishing Spiritual Power.
The injuries on his body immediately began healing at a visible rate. Severed blood vessels reconnected, flesh regenerated, and vitality flourished. After merely half a day, apart from his tattered clothes, he had completely returned to normal.
Ying Mengfan threw herself at him without a care, wrapping her arms around his neck and weeping as she repeatedly called, "Husband, husband."
Zhou Heng looked a little awkward.