The lightning sword immediately applied another layer of energy to the girl's legs using the exact same technique.
Then, a faint spark of electricity began to slowly tap on the girl's legs.
I could sense that the lightning sword seemed to have reduced the force on the girl a little.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "Thunder Strike Sword, you're treating people differently, aren't you?"
“Master, it’s not that I’m treating you differently.”
If you hit the girl with that same force, I reckon she wouldn't be able to take it!
I didn't say much; it's only human nature, after all.
After about half a minute, the girl was able to move her legs.
At this moment, Yiyi seemed to have suddenly come alive, full of energy.
She subtly lifted her leg slightly, feeling it become incredibly light, as if it had never belonged to her at all.
The girl immediately looked very surprised.
Without hesitation, I began to keep a close eye on the fat man, who seemed to have already restored most of the ancient man's body.
The damaged areas have now grown new fabric.
Moreover, the fabric wasn't the dark black color of the fat man's suit from before; instead, it was the exact same color as the ancient people's skin.
I was startled.
No way, isn't this fat guy just blowing air out of his own body?
It actually perfectly replicated the colors worn by the ancients?
This is a bit too outrageous. The clothes of the ancients would have been torn apart by his suddenly enlarged muscles long ago.
Now it seems that it's not broken at all, and it even looks more refined than before.
Moreover, it wasn't just the fabric; I noticed that the ancient people seemed to have revealed a bit of the same color as their previous skin.
I was even more puzzled; they could even reproduce skin color.
I'm starting to wonder if that fat guy really learned some special skill.
The hem and cuffs that had been cut off earlier have now been restored to some extent.
I was a little puzzled. This guy extracted energy from the ancients and it still had some effect on him.
Slowly, new fabric grew, and even its color changed to resemble that of the ancients.
I watched as the fat man's suit became increasingly similar to ancient costume, and now it was something in between ancient costume and suit.
My heart was filled with shock.
I initially thought it was made of glass, but I never expected that under the influence of this light, it would completely transform into the same style of official robes as those of the ancients.
His clothes seemed to have undergone a subtle change in style and cut, but from a distance, they still looked basically like a suit.
The fabric even had some special spots of light and patterns, just like the appearance of the ancient people when they first came out of the mural.
Even more outrageous is that the gash that the lightning sword had made on the fat man has now almost completely healed.
There wasn't even a trace of it, which I found even more absurd.
No way, every strike of the lightning sword is fatal. It's already quite remarkable that this fat guy was able to withstand it.
The fact that he can still slowly restore this thing makes me completely unable to imagine what his true strength is like.
At this moment, not only were there no marks on his clothes, but there were even faint traces of black blood remaining in the corners, which were now almost completely congealed.
I realized that this was definitely not a hallucination.
Since there was blood, it means that the lightning sword definitely hit him, there is absolutely no doubt about that.
The next second, the fat man finally straightened up again, no longer staggering as before, and continued to support the ancient man with both hands.
Now he stood up straight, just like the ancients.
It looks like a frog imitating a human.
That's what I was thinking.
Then, he slowly stretched out a hand and gently touched the upper body of the ancient man.
At this moment, those old, broken stones all suddenly seemed to float up with a layer of clothing.
When I looked closely, I realized it was exactly the ancient costume that the ancient person from before was wearing!
Holy crap, this time it's not just being repaired bit by bit, it's all the clothes laid out in the open!
Immediately, the fat man also touched the ancient costume in front of him.
He stroked it slowly from top to bottom, as if examining a precious artifact.
I noticed that there was a look of envy and longing in this guy's eyes.
Moreover, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned at this moment, revealing a very strange smile.
It no longer looks ferocious like before; instead, it carries a touch of majesty, just like the ancients did.
I know that even now, though he has changed from his previous ferocious appearance and shown some human characteristics.
The fat man in front of me, his body is definitely controlled by an insect.
This is probably just an illusion created by that insect.
The next second, the fat man stretched his hand out heavily into the air in front of him, and then stopped moving.
Then, he began muttering incantations, as if he were chanting some kind of spell.
I was startled. Hadn't this guy been silent all along?
How is that possible...? He can talk again all of a sudden?
No way?!
That's what I was thinking.
Without hesitation, he raised his arm and slammed his hand heavily onto the ancient man's chest.
That place is right next to the heart!
Holy crap...
Immediately afterwards, the fat man exhaled into the ancient man's body, causing a violent tremor to occur.
"elder brother……"
The girl gently tugged at my clothes from behind, her voice trembling as she spoke those two words.
I knew what the girl was going to say, so I gave her a reassuring look and silently tightened my grip on her hand.
At the same time, my eyes were also fixed on the ancient people in front of me.
The first thing to be touched was his severed finger.
Before the bluish-gray and dark yellow stones curled up slightly, they had already been cleaved into countless pieces by the lightning sword.
At this moment, there was still some black blood mixed in with the joint.
The fingers seemed to come alive, slowly being pulled up from the stone slab.
Each and every finger joint on it was brought closer to his palm.
With a soft snap, a sound came from the ancient man's hand.
All five severed fingers were reattached and reinserted into the palm of the hand.
The light within the crack was also slowly flickering.
Once the hand had fully healed, the light dimmed.
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