After the blood rain of the Wu'an Monarch, it began to rain again in the sky.
At first, it was a light drizzle, then it turned into a torrential downpour, with the rain curtain like a waterfall.
Qin Yuesheng moved his body; his meridians were severely damaged in the recent battle. The Wu'an Monarch, as an Immortal, was not to be underestimated. Even though Qin Yuesheng managed a lucky victory, the cost to himself was exceptionally severe.
A vine crept past Qin Yuesheng's face, and a gemstone-like fruit happened to pass by his mouth. Immune to all poisons, with his mouth dry and thirsty, Qin Yuesheng immediately took a bite and swallowed the fruit.
The fruit's shell was hard, but it couldn't resist Qin Yuesheng's bite. After a few chews, it cracked open completely, and the juice flowed into his throat.
Sweet, fragrant, cool.
Qin Yuesheng's spirit was instantly revitalized, and even the wounds on his body alleviated significantly.
"What a treasure!"
