Huu—
After a low roar mixed with bloody froth, the Three Divine Armguards immediately released a curtain of warm, nourishing dew that enveloped Yang Yuanhong's entire body.
Along with it came a flickering green glow that lit up from within his sleeve.
Under the two healing effects running at full power, Yang Yuanhong's injuries began to heal at an astonishing rate.
In the blink of an eye, all his external wounds had healed, while his unseen internal injuries recovered sixty to seventy percent in an instant.
But because the Dao Zhen Resentful Ghost had not stopped attacking, Yang Yuanhong was trapped in a repeated cycle of being grievously wounded and constantly healed.
And such powerful healing was not without cost. The process consumed vast amounts of a cultivator's vital blood and energy.
Fortunately, Yang Yuanhong had been blessed with extraordinary talent from birth, his vital blood abundant beyond measure. With the Spirit Pearl at his heart supporting him, he could withstand such enormous expenditure.
"Your fists are heavy now, but! They're still not heavy enough!"
Though Yang Yuanhong refused to yield in words, his expression had already twisted to the extreme. His bared fangs and grimacing face had distorted even his features.
Even with his iron will, he could barely control his expression now. One could only imagine how unbearable the pain of being wounded again and again was.
Ever since entering the Dao, Yang Yuanhong had never experienced such a brutal battle.
Now, this Dao Zhen Resentful Ghost had made up for that rare combat experience.
A Resentful Ghost was without feeling or thought. It would not ponder the strangeness surrounding Yang Yuanhong. It merely kept throwing punches and palms with a blank expression, until the person before it was dead.
"Yuanhong... hold on!"
Long Yuan, who was fully