The Holy Light's radiant sun brimmed with benevolent healing. In places bathed in sunlight, flowers and grass grew naturally, and the soldiers wounded by war found their wounds rapidly healing. Simultaneously, even their magic power was being replenished.
In just a few breaths, the battle-weary imperial army seemed reborn, filled with fighting spirit.
"How is this possible?!" Nathias rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it. On such a long coastline, in such a vast war, someone managed to heal everyone instantly. Even more astonishing was that they could replenish these people's magic power, something only one generation of a Heavenly God in the history of the Sea tribe's legacy had accomplished.
"What pure Holy Light, full of love and mercy!" Bai Shi exclaimed in awe. His previously uncomfortable right arm had fully recovered, with hidden injuries completely erased.
This kid was really amazing; he had created another miracle!
