Looking at the two slices of the pig's buttocks that were still suspended in the air, as if two butterflies were flapping their wings side by side, Chen Xuan was lying with his eyes wide open.
However, as a Qualified Emissary, he would not stand by and watch when his Demon Spirit was at a disadvantage.
With a raise of his hand, a stream of light flickered in his palm, quickly condensing into a talisman, which he threw out with a flick of his wrist.
[Gift Scroll: Prisoner's Sound!]
'Buzz----
Under the light radiated by the Gift Scroll, whether it was the cut on the back or the missing two slices of the buttock, visible to the naked eye were small buds of flesh sprouting at an incredible speed, interweaving with each other, healing rapidly.
However, even though the wounds had healed themselves, the pain of the injury did not dissipate, but rather lingered within his nervous system.
"Squeak..."