Murong Xian'er healed Wang Yuanyuan's injuries and helped her recover her spiritual power faster.
With a flick of his hand, Wang Ming produced a smooth, round pill that gave off a rich medicinal fragrance.
"It restores spiritual power," Wang Ming shouted over the din of battle, tossing the pill to Wang Yuanyuan.
Wang Yuanyuan did not stand on ceremony. After catching the pill, she tossed it straight into her mouth without bothering about the blood on her hands.
The pill dissolved in her mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed into her body.
Wang Yuanyuan felt warmth spread through her body as the pill continuously released vast amounts of spiritual power. In mere moments, it had restored all her spiritual power.
Wang Yuanyuan was at the seventh order, fifth level, with roughly twenty thousand spiritual power, and this Eighth-Order Spiritual Recovery Pill restored exactly twenty thousand.
She could not help giving Wang Ming a surprised glance. A pill capable of restoring twenty thousand internal spiritual power in such a short time was extraordinarily rare. Even at the Demon Hunt Squad Trading Center, it would be anything but cheap, yet Wang Ming had simply tossed one to her.
Feeling the healing magic coming from behind her, Wang Yuanyuan could not help feeling a surge of warmth in her heart.
For the past two years, she had fought the Demon Race almost entirely alone, defending two hundred meters of wall by herself.
Fighting alongside her companions seemed like something from the distant past.
Now, she once again experienced the feeling of fighting beside companions.
Even though these people did not belong to her squad.
At the same time, she noticed Wang Ming's terrifying strength. He was definitely at least an eighth-order powerhouse.
How little time had passed!
Wang Yuanyuan still remembered