The earth was filled with cracks.
Countless flames and magma burst from the cracks, rushing into the sky.
Wu Xiaode stood on the barren wasteland, raising his hand.
The Desert Sword flashed.
A thread of fresh blood appeared on his finger.
He looked up at his health bar, only to see a "-1" indicator emerge on it.
The number on the health bar changed from "420" to "419".
So, even such a minor injury would deduct health.
Then, could it also be healed?
"Ulysses,"
Wu Xiaode called out.
A mass of bronze hands pieced together, transforming into an elegant and handsome Fallen Angel.
"Ah ha, healing such a small wound is a piece of cake."
Ulysses flicked a Gold Coin into the air, then casually pointed at Wu Xiaode.
The wound on Wu Xiaode's hand instantly healed.
He looked up at his health bar again.
419.
419.1,
419.2,
419.3...
It took several dozens of breaths before his health bar fully recovered.
So that's how it is.
