Chapter 780 Blood Limitations 4

Chapter 780 Blood Limitations 4

Lenny could see that Cuban the blood demon was charging up on more power as he shed off the poison that had been attached to his body made entirely of blood. Lenny on the ground knew that if he did not act now, things were only going to get more difficult.

He looked at Victor at the other side and decided that it was best to keep the Werewolf in the fight. "Victor, catch!" Lenny threw the recovery potion at him. Victor instinctively caught it.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Even though he was tired, and could barely move, he still trusted Lenny.

At first, he was surprised at the sight of the recovery potion. However, he sniffed a bit, and then he smelled the medicinal properties of the recovery potion in his hands. it had a lot of life, and his weakened body was sensitive to it.

Without wasting time, he crushed the bottle into his mouth, downing the content. His eyes glowed in a bright yellow light as he felt the lost blood in his body recover and his strength rushing all over him.

The moment Victor felt the potent effects of the recovery potion course through his veins, a surge of vitality and strength flooded his body. The wounds that had marred his flesh began to knit together at an astonishing rate, the deep gashes sealing themselves as if time were rewinding on his injuries. His breathing, which had been labored and shallow from the exhaustion and pain, deepened and steadied, each inhalation infusing his muscles with renewed vigor.

The werewolf's once-dulled senses sharpened anew, the world around him coming into clearer focus. The scents of the battlefield, a mixture of blood, dust, and the unique signatures of friend and foe alike, filled his nostrils, reigniting his warrior spirit. Victor's eyes, now glowing a fierce, bright yellow, scanned the battlefield with a predator's precision, locking onto Cuban's form with a renewed determination to fight.

With a roar that echoed the resolve of a creature reborn, Victor pushed himself off the ground, muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. The recovery potion had not just healed his physical wounds; it had rekindled the fire in his heart, the unyielding spirit of a werewolf warrior ready to face down the darkness once more.

Lenny, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a bit of relief united against a common foe that sought to drown their world in shadows.

As Victor charged back into the fray, his movements a blur of speed and power, Lenny prepared his own counterattack.

But lenny was not a normal person, granted abilities that went against common sense, he did things that were beyond common sense.

After Lenny was done with that one, he grabbed yet another devil, doing the same thing.

Before anyone knew it, his body was completely covered in blood and his blue eyes shone in a low glow. He was not able to generate more cosmic energy, as that energy was produced by the cosmos and could only be taken into the body not produced by an individual.

However, He had restored his low blood count, and now, with coco handing over the authority of the devils that had been brought into the City to him, he had a lot to fight with.

After all, in this city, Blood was the currency.

Cuban saw this and he laughed heartily, "Good! Good!! Lenny Tales, now, we can fight from a point where i dont feel like I am cheating you."

The moment Cuban said those words, He smashed his axe against the ground as some of his blood fell from his red palm.

He spoke in a strange tongue. This language, Victor did not understand, but for some weird reason, the moment Lenny heard it, he understood it. After all, this was Bellsbabble, the language of demons.

This language sounded like the clanging of teeth in pain and anguish.

And then the land quaked and rumbled. It was as if the territory was responding to Cuban's words. It was at this moment that Victor noticed that the dry black sands was suddenly wet....