[Mana Recovery Potion: This mana recovery potion is refined from blood extracted from a black dragon. Just one bottle can instantly restore a Archmage whose spiritual power has been completely depleted. It is one of the most popular potions in the entire magic world, a must-have for war, though the price is a bit expensive.]
It was a small vial of dark blue liquid, probably less than a hundred milliliters.
But according to the description of the mana recovery potion, this single vial could even instantly restore a Archmage's spiritual power, while all of Ethan's current spiritual power combined probably didn't even amount to the level of a Archmage's little finger.
So, there was naturally no need to drink an entire bottle at once.
Ethan pulled off the stopper of the potion, and a strong smell of blood immediately rushed up to his nose. But besides the bloodiness, there was also something like mental energy overflowing from it.
At this moment, with his spiritual power already exhausted, the moment Ethan smelled this strange scent, it felt like a traveler in the desert who had been thirsty for half a day suddenly encountering a spring.
He couldn't hold back anymore and raised the mana recovery potion to drink.
Unexpectedly, despite its heavy blood smell, the potion actually tasted faintly like sweet orange. And his spiritually exhausted body was even desperately urging him to drink more, just a bit more.
But being a miser, he only took a small sip before forcefully stopping himself.
Because, this damn vial of potion was worth fifty thousand dragon coins.
Back when he was soaking in the hot spring and chatting with Mr. White, he had tried to buy more at one-tenth the price.
But Mr. White told him that this kind of mana recovery potion was not cheap at all, costing at least ten thousand dragon coins per vial, mainly because the ingredients were extremely rare.
Black dragons, being valuable all over, had long been hunted and captured by wilderness hunters until very few remained.
Now, anything involving black dragon materials was constantly rising in price.
Therefore, even though Ethan was extremely restrained, he still ended up drinking nearly two thousand dragon coins' worth of the potion in that one sip.
It hurt him to the core.
Boom!
But the moment the mana recovery potion went down his throat, Ethan instantly felt the benefits of expensive goods.
Because in just a moment, he felt a mass of heat in his stomach continuously charging through his limbs and body, while his spiritual power surged explosively.
[Spiritual Power: 1500/5000]
[Spiritual Power: 2500/5000]
[Spiritual Power: 3000/5000]
[Spiritual Power: …]
Watching his spiritual power skyrocket, Ethan suddenly had a guess.
'Could it be that no matter how much you drink of this potion, once your spiritual power is fully restored, any excess energy just dissipates and gets wasted?'
'Then while it's still working!'
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
Ethan immediately began unleashing a rapid series of level two Great Fireball Techniques at the Tyrant.
"Great Fireball Split!"
"Great Fireball Split Rain!"
"Great Fireball Shadow Clone Technique!!"
Countless Great Fireballs instantly blasted toward the Tyrant.
The Tyrant had no idea why this tiny thing in front of it had suddenly regained its attacking ability. It simply swung its massive axe frantically, like swatting flies, desperately batting away the incoming fireballs from Ethan.
And Ethan, afraid of wasting the precious effect of the mana recovery potion, cast his Great Fireball Technique like it cost nothing.
But what he didn't expect was, this Tyrant might look huge and clumsy, but the speed at which it swung its weapon was unbelievably fast.
Ethan watched helplessly as dozens of his fireballs failed to land even a single hit on the Tyrant, leaving him speechless.
Moreover, he realized that this Tyrant seemed to have a certain level of intelligence.
At the very least, it was far smarter than ordinary zombies. Not only could it set traps, it also knew that the large hole in its chest was its weakness, so it constantly guarded it.
Trying to hit the Tyrant's chest easily was probably not going to be simple.
"I have to think of a way."
Ethan frowned as he looked at the giant axe held across the Tyrant's chest.
If he wanted to hit its chest, the only way was to draw the axe away.
But the only way to draw the axe away was to force the Tyrant to swing it, using a feint attack, while the real attack followed behind it, a classic feint to the east, strike in the west.
"Got it!"
Ethan's eyes lit up. He immediately raised his hand and created an enlarged Great Fireball, throwing it toward the Tyrant.
Sure enough, the Tyrant lifted its axe and swung it at the massive fireball, splitting it apart. But at the very moment it was cut open…
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Behind the giant fireball, countless smaller fireballs followed close behind.
One, two, three, rapidly blasting toward the Tyrant's wound. The Tyrant's expression changed drastically as it hurriedly tried to pull back its axe to block them, but it was already too late.
BOOM!
One small fireball slammed into the Tyrant's wound.
Two small fireballs struck into the Tyrant's wound.
But the expected scene of the Tyrant being heavily injured or dropping to its knees didn't happen. Instead, the Tyrant roared in fury, wildly swinging its axe as it chased Ethan and hacked at him.
In an instant, the surrounding dead trees were chopped apart one after another and sent flying.
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