822: Chapter 540: Struggling to Move Forward_3 822: Chapter 540: Struggling to Move Forward_3 “Understood.” Luna replied as she transford back into the Half-Moon Colt in front of everyone, knowing that to maximize the power of the Corruption Furnace, she needed this form, “Miss, if you feel any discomfort, tell imdiately.”
“Understood, let’s begin!” Yeshandalah tried to control her emotions, but excitent and anticipation were unmistakable in the depths of her eyes.
Everyone has a desire for beauty, how could she not care about her own appearance?
Moreover, the dual pain of soul and body triggered by the outbreak of this plague virus was unimaginable to others; at tis of extre pain, she wished she could tear off her own face.
To avoid deepening Fan Ruina’s guilt, she put on an indifferent facade as much as possible.
She had a feeling that this was the closest she had ever been to ridding herself of the plague virus; if she couldn’t solve the issue this ti, the virus would plague her for life.
“Ah…” Yeshandalah’s chaotic thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain on her face.
Unlike the usual burning pain, this ti it included an unbearable itchiness that spread from the wound inward, burrowing into her mind, deep into her soul.
Yeshandalah sowhat uncontrollably wanted to scratch the scars on her face.
Gaven and the others were closely observing her every move and imdiately noticed her intention; Gaven did not care about the awkwardness, he rushed to Yeshandalah’s side, firmly grasping her right arm, while instructing Fan Ruina who was beside her, “Hold her other hand, don’t let her move rashly.”
Only upon physically restraining her did they realize Yeshandalah was stronger and more muscular than she appeared, her well-proportioned arms full of muscle, possessing remarkable strength, especially when pain sparked an outburst of power, Gaven nearly failed to hold her with one hand.
“I understand.” Fan Ruina obeyed without hesitation, knowing it was for Yeshandalah’s own good; she had witnessed the terrible consequences of Yeshandalah scratching her facial wounds in unbearable pain.
Fan Ruina’s emotions beca highly agitated at that mont because the wounds on Yeshandalah’s face were undergoing a different change.
Threads of black mist were being pulled from the wounds by the Half-Moon Colt.
As the black mist was extracted, flesh at the wound began to sprout visibly, then form scabs, showing signs of healing.
But in the next second, Fan Ruina’s spirits plumted.
Accompanied by an uncontrollable scream from Yeshandalah, the newly ford scabs burst open, releasing more putrid juice and blood mixed together in a burst.
The Dwarves Elf was well prepared, a Fourth Circle Magic neutralized the toxins, and he spoke, “That’s enough, without removing the other two elents first, extracting more Corruption Power will only break the balance, provoking it to produce more toxins and Corruption Power, ultimately not only failing to solve the problem but also harming her body.”
Hearing this, the Half-Moon Colt imdiately stopped extracting the Corruption Power and once again transford into the Horse Girl State, saying, “My plan here is feasible, as long as you can suppress the new generation of Corruption Power, I can ensure all the Corruption Power in her body is completely absorbed in one go.”
“So it cos down to now,” Gaven turned to Yeshandalah and said, “Miss, why not rest a bit, we continue tomorrow?”
This trial was torture for the person involved and also a significant drain, although it lasted only a few seconds, Yeshandalah was drenched in sweat from head to toe as if just pulled from a river, her expression unmistakably weary, her facial wounds not only showed no signs of improvent but were even more ghastly, particularly around her right eye and left lip, exposing half her eyeball and teeth, a terrifying sight.
But none present were ordinary people; they had all witnessed battlefields strewn with corpses and had close encounters with various rotting zombies; this was nothing to them.
“No need to rest, but I need a favor from Lord Baron, help prepare so food, this type of regeneration consus a lot of energy,” Yeshandalah utilized the feature of the Regeneration Ring.
This was sowhat similar to a troll’s regeneration, not rely consuming external magic power but also part of one’s own nutrition.
This was a significant drawback, aning this type of regeneration could not be used indefinitely; prolonged use would burden the body to so extent.
“That’s easy.” Gaven opened the Portable Dinsional Hole, pulling out several hot dishes.
Having the Portable Dinsional Hole allowed him to carry more, and his hoarding nature rekindled, not only filling it with various tools but also stocking enough food to feed dozens when possible, just in case of an ergency.
Though he could now use the Food Creation Spell, there were situations where it couldn’t be used, and this was for those tis.
Yeshandalah did not hesitate, devouring the food ferociously, but each chew was difficult, pulling at the pain in her entire face, making her expressions even more fierce, as if the food was her sworn enemy.
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