Mo Fan tilted his body slightly, somewhat unaccustomed to the gesture, and avoided Holy Spirit Douluo Yali’s hand as she continued to rub his head.
He pointed toward the faint sounds of painful groaning emanating from the broken walls and ruins below, stating seriously, “I am quite alright. You don’t need to worry about me. Please, go and treat the others. There are still many people down there waiting for rescue.”
Holy Spirit Douluo Yali and Heavenly Limit Douluo Yun Ming exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in the other’s eyes.
This child’s maturity was simply incredible.
“It is too dangerous here. We will take you to a safe place. As for the rescue, the Federation personnel will handle it.” Holy Spirit Douluo Yali shook her head.
Rescue operations in ruins were extremely complex; acting recklessly could easily harm the innocent.
Professional matters should be left to the professionals.
She took Mo Fan’s small hand without further ado, wrapped him in a gentle layer of Soul Power, and swept him along toward the centralized treatment camp that the Federation military had just established.
Mo Fan felt a bit helpless.
He couldn’t even exert one ten-thousandth of his strength right now, so he could only allow her to bring him to the camp.
The Federation’s temporary treatment camp was set up in the open space just outside the ruins of Malai City.
It was a horrific scene there as well.
Survivors wailing from severe injuries covered the ground.
Severed limbs, burns, and broken bones were visible everywhere.
Many people were charred black, their flesh torn open, looking as if they would not last much longer.
Within the camp, cries, groans of pain, and desperate whispers rose and fell in an endless chorus.
“Help! Someone, save me…”
“Ahhhhh… my hand…”
“It hurts so much… just let me die…”
The Federation medical staff were busy and drenched in sweat.
The supporting healing Soul Masters had already exhausted their Soul Power, yet there were too few hands, and the healing resources were merely a drop in the bucket.
They could only barely stabilize the lives of a few, utterly unable to treat the thousands of critically injured individuals.
Too many people lay on the cold ground, breathing their last, awaiting the arrival of death.
Just then, two figures descended from the sky, catching everyone’s attention.
“It’s the Holy Martial Soul Douluo!”
Someone shouted hoarsely, and the entire camp instantly erupted.
The survivors who were still conscious all raised their heads in pleasant surprise, the light of hope suddenly appearing in their eyes.
“We’re saved!”
“It’s the Holy Martial Soul Douluo! Heaven has looked upon us!”
Countless wounded individuals endured their severe pain, struggling to rise, their gazes locked firmly upon that holy figure.
Holy Spirit Douluo Yali looked at the wounded scattered everywhere, the compassion in her eyes deepening.
She hesitated no longer.
“Holy Rain of Prayer!” Hum!
A dazzling golden holy light suddenly bloomed, and the brilliant radiance illuminated everything.
A holy and incomparable phantom of a Prayer Angel slowly emerged behind her.
A pure and warm Domain instantly spread in all directions, suppressing all dark and evil resentment.
Countless golden specks of light condensed from the heavens, transforming into a gentle, continuous holy rain that fell softly, covering the entire treatment camp.
Miracles quietly unfolded.
The evil Martial Soul energy that had invaded their bodies was instantly purified.
Burned and festering wounds quickly scabbed over and healed, shattered bones fused back together, and their nearly exhausted vitality was restored bit by bit.
Those agonizingly wounded individuals felt their pain instantly subside, their weak breathing steadied, and their unfocused eyes regained their luster.
The wailing quickly dissipated, replaced by a rising chorus of gratitude.
“Thank you, Holy Martial Soul, for saving our lives!”
“Thank you, Holy Spirit Douluo Yali!”
“A living Bodhisattva…”
All those who had recovered, filled with awe and gratitude, knelt on the ground to offer their heartfelt thanks.
Mo Fan stood to the side, quietly watching the scene before him, feeling deeply moved in his heart.
So, this is the power system of the Douluo Continent?
Martial Souls are truly magical existences.
This big sister’s ability is completely on par with the priestesses of the Parthenon.
“Huh! Is this… faith?” Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
His unique soul allowed him to notice something drifting out from the heads of those who were grateful, merging into the Prayer Angel.
Is she using faith to cultivate?
Mo Fan pondered.
Could he imitate that?
He looked around, his keen hearing catching the sound of painful sobbing.
His gaze swept to the furthest corner of the camp, where a little girl who looked about his age lay all alone.
Her right leg had been severed at the knee.
Although the surface wound had healed under the Holy Rain of Prayer, she was still trembling all over, tears streaming down her face as she endured unspeakable phantom pain.
The Holy Rain could heal wounds, purify evil energy, and stabilize vitality, but it could not regenerate severed limbs—unless Holy Spirit Douluo Yali used a more powerful Soul skills, one involving the power of resurrection.
But clearly, Heavenly Limit Douluo Yun Ming would not allow her to act so recklessly.
Watching the little girl’s desperate and helpless appearance, Mo Fan’s eyes flickered.
He decided to give it a try.
His Martial Soul had awakened today, and his Soul Power was at the Innate Full Soul Power level.
His Martial Soul was the Spiritual World from his past life—a Spiritual World containing billions of stars, vast and boundless!
Colorful elemental star Domains, various dimensional magics, and the mysterious galaxies represented by black and white magic—all of them, on the path to omniscience and omnipotence, had merged into one: an omnipotent Magic system!
He stepped forward and crouched down in front of the little girl.
He casually mobilized seven star seeds, connecting them into an incredibly profound star track.
“Healing Light: Regeneration.”
Without waiting for anyone else to react, Mo Fan’s tender little hand lit up with holy light, and he gently placed it over the girl’s severed right leg.
A gentle regenerative power slowly seeped into the cross-section of the little girl’s knee, completely awakening the cell activity.
The previously healed stump actually began to wriggle and grow!
It grew a full five centimeters.
The girl only felt an itch in her severed limb.
Her tense, trembling body gradually relaxed, and in her originally lifeless, despairing eyes, a glimmer of light reappeared.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. You need to eat well from now on. Your leg will grow back, you know?” Mo Fan raised his head, revealing a sunny, childish smile.
For a moment, the girl was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes, and she nodded blankly.
The entire process had taken only a few seconds.
Yet, this scene had been perfectly clear to the eyes of the powerhouses.
Holy Spirit Douluo Yali’s brows raised slightly, her eyes filled with astonishment as she instantly locked her gaze onto Mo Fan.
Her Holy Rain of Prayer encompassed all things, and her healing level was unrivaled throughout the entire Federation, yet it was the one thing that could not regenerate severed limbs.
But at this moment, she clearly perceived that the completely necrotic stump had actually come back to life!
Beside her, a flash of profound astonishment instantly crossed the eyes of Heavenly Limit Douluo Yun Ming.
“Thank you. What is your name?” the girl asked, blushing.
“My name is Mo Fan—’Mo’ as in inexplicable, ‘Fan’ as in born extraordinary. I am a magician!” Mo Fan grinned.
This child was quite cute.
“I will remember you. My name is Xu Xiaoyan!”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I didn’t expect you to be so good at winning a girl’s heart at such a young age.” A gentle voice drifted from behind Mo Fan.
Mo Fan turned around to see Holy Spirit Douluo Yali and Heavenly Limit Douluo Yun Ming, who had arrived beside him at some point, looking at him with unreadable expressions.
“Of course. That is my proudest skill.” Mo Fan puffed out his chest and proudly raised his head.
“Also, I am not small.”
“Pfft.” This serious expression made Holy Spirit Douluo Yali unable to suppress a laugh.
“You are quite an interesting child.”