Dai Mubai rolled his shoulders. They were still a little stiff, but the Restoration Big Sausage had clearly worked wonders. At least he could move around now.
He glanced at the corpse of the Black Wind Leopard King on the ground and snorted. "I'm not going to die. We'll face worse than this someday. This little injury is nothing."
His words quieted everyone.
He was right. They'd faced nothing more than a thousand-year Soul Beast and a pack of hundred-year Soul Beasts today, and they'd already ended up in such a sorry state.
If they ran into anything more dangerous in the future, wouldn't they all be wiped out here?
"Eat more and recover." Oscar handed a sausage to each of them, then took one for himself and stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed, he couldn't help grumbling, "If I'd known we'd run into such a huge fight, I would've made more sausages. Then we wouldn't be scraping the bottom of the barrel now."
Tang San accepted the Recovery Sausage Oscar handed him and took a big bite.
Warm Soul Power slid down his throat and spread through his body. The wound on his arm began to tingle and itch—a sign that the flesh was healing quickly.
He looked up at Dai Mubai, who was leaning against a tree trunk and chewing on a sausage, his brow somewhat relaxed.
"I'll give you this, kid—you've got good instincts." Dai Mubai swallowed his mouthful and glanced at Oscar, his tone unusually mild. "Next time, bring twenty more. If you're even one short, I'll show you what happens."
Oscar laughed and waved his hand. "Don't worry! Next time, I'll have fifty ready, not just twenty! But seriously, if you hadn't stood your ground against the Leopard King's pounce, we would've been