Hoo...
Zhang Rongfang let out a long breath, touching the edge of the mask, the cold metal texture calming him a little.
Standing by the seaside, gazing into the distance.
The late night sea resembled a sheet of black oil. Only a bit of moonlight reflected from afar, silvery and thick.
During the recent confrontation, he used the highest multiplier mountain he could utilize for the first time.
Even now, his right arm remains in a state of tear-inducing pain, with evident damage to muscles and blood vessels.
However, he did not care.
Under the nearly two hundred life points, his current recovery power is incredibly horrifying.
Raising his hand, he can see the tiny cracks on the skin of his palm left from intense collision, slowly closing and repairing.
This exaggerated recovery power has reached a visible-to-naked-eye level.
In less than ten minutes, the injury on this arm is estimated to fully heal.
