Ling Han's eyes suddenly lit up. What he lacked was precisely Saintly medicine.
Mo Li continued to steer the raft forwards, while the others all did their best to recover their vitality. After a few more hours, there would be another barrage by a massive wave. If they could not recover to their prime condition before that, the negative effects would endlessly accumulate, and would definitely result in serious injury.
The other groups did not seem to be any better, especially those groups without such super elites like Mo Li, Zhu Ba, and Yun He on standby; they were all bruised and battered.
A few hours later, the second huge wave came as expected.
Peng!
In the midst of the fierce barrage, a considerable number again coughed blood and experienced broken bones, and the flying raft was also undergoing a serious test. Going by this trend, let alone reaching the mountain peak in the middle of the ocean, it would be a problem for them to even travel one-third of the way there.
