Before Pan Long could steady himself, a green light flashed over him. He had used a medicinal herb straight from his inventory.
Ever since his cultivation had reached a certain level, he had stopped using the vast stock of medicinal herbs he had bought from the world of Sword and Lament.
For one thing, his body was strong enough that he rarely got hurt. For another, when he did get hurt these days, he lost far more health than a herb's measly twenty points could restore.
His maximum health was already 782. In Sword and Lament, that was higher even than the final boss of the standard route, Romon XIII of the Frees Empire. The man's class was "Emperor," but his maximum health was only 750.
With nearly eight hundred health to restore, he would need more than thirty herbs.
Who had time to use them one by one in the middle of a fight?
By contrast, plenty of the potent Spirit Medicines Wen Chao had given him from the Dragon-Slaying Treasure could restore over five hundred health in a single swallow. One of them, the Undying Sacred Blood, could even grant nine thousand temporary health with one mouthful!
Those nine thousand extra points lasted only a quarter of an hour, but during that time, the drinker truly became an undying god of war. Mountains of blades and seas of fire could not stop him; forests of spears and rains of arrows would be no more than an itch. It was power enough to defy the heavens.
Of course, Wen Chao had made only a few doses of such Spirit Medicine. Pan Long would not waste one here.
Since he had a brief opening, though, a medicinal herb would do.
Green light flashed. His breathing immediately steadied, and he strode