Paramount War (11)

"It seems there is a problem with the target."

Looking at the angel projection in the distance, the thinner of the two Cipher Pol members sent to deal with the assassination of the Celestial Dragons spoke.

"No matter, according to the intelligence previously transmitted by the Marines, the two of us are enough to solve the target."

"I will temporarily hold back Whitebeard then, and you go to lure the target in another direction. After the Marines take over Whitebeard, I will go to you and strive to solve the target as soon as possible. Then we will look for an opportunity to take Whitebeard's head."

"Good." Hearing his colleague's reply, the thinner man nodded and made preparations.

The two were directly teleported using a special Devil Fruit ability. Although the distance was slightly off, it was not far.

They arrived amidst a brief chat.

On the Moby Dick.

As two teardrops fell onto Whitebeard, an immensely massive surge of life energy converged into a sphere five meters in diameter, enveloping Whitebeard.

As time passed, the enveloping sphere grew smaller and smaller. When Whitebeard opened his eyes, only a thin layer remained of the previously rich life energy, leaving Ryan, who watched from the side, secretly startled.

The magic he used was tenth-tier healing magic, coupled with the assistance of divine-class items and his various passive skills as a specialized mage, almost equating to a super-tier spell with a slightly weaker healing effect.

Even so, it almost failed to fully cure Whitebeard.

In addition to showing the severity of Whitebeard's injuries, this also demonstrated the freakish nature of Whitebeard's physique.

You must know that even Albedo, who had the thickest health bar in Nazarick, could be healed from a single remaining drop to full health by this healing spell, and