Next target: Night Prince

It took fifteen long hours for Cain's body to fully recover. During that time, he consumed countless healing treasures—potions, rare herbs, and panaceas that dozens of Peak Divine Transcendence Masters had collected over the course of centuries.

When he finally rose from meditation, he could feel his life and soul force thrumming with renewed vitality. A slight smile appeared as he tested his strength, clenching his fists and sensing the boiling power coursing through his veins.

"This body is incredibly resilient and hard to damage," Cain murmured, his tone carrying a hint of wry amusement. "But that also makes it incredibly expensive to heal whenever I get hurt."

Despite those words, Cain had no reason to complain about the Indestructible Herculean Physique that had saved him countless times. Without it, he would never have withstood armies with thousands of Divine Transcendence Masters and tens of thousands of Divine Transformation Masters.