Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 330

Chapter 330: 127. Accompanying Witch_3

At this point, the only way to go was to speed up and quickly reach Union City.

Thinking about the level of “Mental Trauma” increasing every 30 minutes, Noland Lee felt anxious and wished he could add a rocket booster to the magic car.

The magic car accelerated continuously, heading straight for Union City and leaving the double-winged mutants far behind.

Noland Lee looked away from the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and focused on driving the magic car through the sky.

From time to time, painful groans were heard from Philia inside the car.

After considering for a moment, Noland gritted his teeth and fetched a Life Elixir from the Blood Haven for Philia.

The Life Elixir was of no effect.

It was specifically designed for physical injuries, which had no impact on mental trauma.

Noland sighed in his heart.

Now he could only step on the gas and hurry back to Union City.

Time slowly passed, and the magic car raced through the sky.

Philia’s body convulsed in her seat, uttering frightened cries in her coma, as if she were fighting demons in her dreams.

Noland glanced at her panel; the “Psychic Trauma” would level up in three minutes, but they were still at least 40 minutes away from Union City.

As he felt anxious, a strange figure appeared in the distant grassland.

It was a woman.

cloak with a black veil covering her face, holding

Denise Green, the Three-circled Wizard from the Revivalists

recognized her

pale arm at the magic car

and pointed at Philia in the passenger seat, then at herself with her

Noland as if to tell

about his encounter with Denise and wondered whether it was a coincidence or if she was

he slowed down a little and

rather than a mental magic creation by Samuelson,

sat down on the back

from her face, revealing

Noland through the rearview mirror, her pale

injuries. After that, I would like to

wrapped in a subtle warmth, as if

nodded at Denise through the

you heal Philia, I will have a private

Denise nodded slightly.

“Hm.”

out both hands towards Philia, who was sitting

flawless and crystal clear, with a delicate pink hue like

ten fingers gently pressed on

chant, Denise’s fingertips emitted a faint yellow

the threads of fate are

that should break but do not, nourish the lamp of

from her fingertips disappeared into Philia’s skull, and the pain on her face

refreshed Philia’s Personal Panel, and

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