On the deserted island, Ghost True Sage fell from mid-air, covered in blood, his body missing more than half, looking utterly miserable.
At this moment, Ghost True Sage was true to his name, like a fierce ghost crawling out of Hell.
He first took out a bottle of potion and poured it on his wounds, then swallowed an elixir, sat cross-legged, and began to heal.
The bloodied wounds quickly healed, missing body tissues rapidly regenerated, and in no time, the shattered half of his body had completely grown back and was restored to its original state.
Great Land Immortals possessed terrifying recovery abilities, as long as their hearts weren't completely shattered and their heads weren't utterly obliterated, bodily injuries could quickly recover—though it required consuming their essence.
Although Ghost True Sage's body had recovered, his face was pale as paper, like a dead person's, utterly devoid of color.
