1892: C1892 A miraculous effect

C1892 A miraculous effect

A miraculous effect

A grey-faced White Tiger Army who was lying in a pile of corpses waiting to die in despair with his last breath remaining ?

Suddenly, a gentle and holy light flashed across his vision and entered his mind.

Before he could react, warm spiritual energy was generated in his dantian.

It was as if a spring rain was falling on his dried up dantian. The nearly withered spiritual energy immediately filled his dantian with vitality.

Threads of Spiritual Energy quickly gathered and slowly circulated.

After three breaths of time, the circulation of spiritual energy became faster and faster.

And began to nourish his severely injured body.

Another three breaths later, Bai Fuzhang's face was flushed red and his eyes lit up.

He suddenly rolled over and stood up.

The double fist clenched its teeth, and its entire body released a sound similar to a thunderclap.

"AHH!" My injuries have recovered at least seventy percent! "

Bai Fuzhang excitedly bowed to the sky, without saying a word, he picked up his axe and joined the battle.

One of Qian Fuchang's body had at least ten over three inch long knife wounds, and fresh blood had already dyed his entire body red.

But he was still persisting in battle against the lightly injured Qian Fuchang from the Vermillion Bird Army.

In Qian Fuchang's eyes, his opponent was already dead.

But just when he thought that he could win, the white light in the sky flashed and instantly disappeared into his opponent's body.

After that, the wounds on his opponent's body quickly healed.

Immediately after, just as he was lost in thought, his cephalo- was chopped down by his opponent's axe.

The same thing happened in the entire battlefield.

The holy light swept by like the sun in the morning.

from the back of all the White Tiger Army s to the very front.

Everywhere the Holy Light passed, no matter if it was the lightly injured or dying White Tiger Army, they would immediately become lively.

The injured Vermillion Bird Army was still bleeding, and Soldiers who was left with only one last breath of life left.

Miracles did not appear on them.

An intense feeling of despair appeared in every Vermillion Bird Army member.

Now that the White Tiger Army had an immortal body, how could they continue fighting?

On the contrary, with the help of Master Zhang Shuai, the White Tiger Army's attacks were several times fiercer and braver than before.

Many of the White Tiger Army s killed their equally strong opponents, and took the time to quickly take a look at the sky.

They saw their Lord Zhang Shuai sitting cross-legged in the sky like a god of light.

Hundreds of millions of holy lights were still radiating from his body.1

If they were not on the battlefield, these White Tiger Army would have immediately knelt down and sincerely prayed to Zhang Xing.

In this moment, the Vermillion Bird Army was forced back 800 meters.

A portion of the White Tiger Army's soldiers had already passed the city walls and were heading towards the city.

Once again seeing Zhang Xing's miracles, Fu Zheng was as shocked as black stone and the others when they tried to break the formation.

One must know that it was not possible for ordinary Demigod friar to treat millions of soldiers on such a large scale.

Just the consumption of the Spiritual Energy alone was an unimaginable black hole.

Besides, he had never even heard of this method of healing, let alone seen one.

Even if the Lord Sect Master of the God Realm were to come, they wouldn't be able to use so much divine power to save so many people.

This was because the Lord Sect Master had to maintain a flourishing divine power at all times in order to deal with the appearance of the White Tiger Sect.

Now, Zhang Xing seemed to be acting unscrupulously.

However...

"Humph!" My Vermillion Bird Sect does not care about the gains and losses of a city and a pond, I do not believe that you can continuously use such a powerful healing technique! "

Fu Zheng turned around and led the rest of his troops to retreat, retreating into the darkness of the night.

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