The Legendary Man novel Chapter 910

The Legendary Man Chapter 910-As the peculiar wave descended, a flurry of werewolves scattered from Jonathan’s side in every direction.

In an instant, only Jonathan and Ksana remained at the center of the encirclement.

Ksana, now a tattered sight, had been savagely bitten and torn.

Her arms and legs were severed and lost, her wounds evidence of her limbs being brutally ripped apart.

The left side of her abdomen had been entirely exposed, and her intestines, which had spilled to the ground, had been trampled into segments by the werewolves.

Ksana’s neck was broken, her blood vessels and trachea shredded, and even her face was left with less than a third of its skin.

The strange wave had scattered the spiritual energy around Ksana, interrupting her half-finished self-destruction.

Ksana’s pupils gradually dilated and became distant as she lay on the ground.

Her fragmented trachea bubbled and gurgled due to the influx of blood.

There was no hope left for her.

Ksana, raised as a weapon since childhood, knew she wouldn’t live long.

It was that recognition that drove her to escape Sanctuary, which was akin to a hellish realm.

Unexpectedly, she evaded the pursuit of Sanctuary only to meet her demise there.

What a pity. I’ve never seen the ocean, the beaches, or the prairies…

As her vision blurred, Ksana felt neither sadness nor joy. She even felt a hint of relief as she descended into darkness.

However, just as the last glimmer of light above her was about to be swallowed by the shadows, Ksana felt someone grasp her shoulder.

“I am your master! Without my permission, no one is allowed to kill you!”

Ksana intuitively sensed warmth coursing through her body as she listened to the delicate voice.

She felt contented and exhilarated at that instant as if she was soaking in soothing warm water.

Instinctively, she let out a moan.

As she opened her eyes, she saw Jonathan kneeling beside her. He was clutching her shoulder with his left hand.

“Master…” Ksana uttered while staring at him in a daze.

“Yes,” he replied gently.

At that moment, Ksana bore witness to a scene she would remember for all eternity.

Jonathan had used his life force to restructure her circulatory system and internal organs in order to save her earlier.

He only managed to attend to Ksana’s broken limbs now.

Lying on the ground, she watched in amazement as her arms and legs regenerated with astonishing speed, similar to a wounded gecko.

“This…”

She looked at her newly grown arms with skin as tender and pink as a newborn’s, clenched her fists, and struck them against one another.

A puff of blood mist erupted from her knuckles with a dull thud.

That intense pain assured her that everything before her eyes was real instead of an illusion.

Touching her cheeks, she found no trace of damage.

Her injuries had been completely healed!

Was that a miracle?

No, it was more than a miracle.

Even a God from Sanctuary couldn’t achieve such a feat of bringing the dead back to life.