Gratitude Of The Black Obsidian Race

Despite their previous reaction, Fred and Mirium were aware that if they didn't use their trump cards back then, they wouldn't be able to withstand the explosion easily.

The two looked at the cultivator from the Black Obsidian Race and the ice ape.

At this moment, the ape regained its 3-meter-tall height, but its arm remained injured.

The black obsidian cultivator was riddled with wounds. Even his life force was declining.

Lu Ze raised the corners of his mouth. "I'll heal them. If I don't, their life might end up in danger."

Fred, Mirium, Yi Lei, and Cagel were taken aback as they looked at Lu Ze strangely.

Yi Lei probed, "Brother Lu Ze, can you heal?"

Lu Ze smiled and nodded. "Yes, but only a bit."

"…"

This guy's god arts and divine arts were already insanely formidable. And now, he was also versed in healing too?!

Lu Ze approached the injured cultivators. Naturally, his girls followed along.

"Masters…"