"Owen, you're so lame. You were beaten up because you went out on a trip. It seems like the three platinum-tier sea folks will soon become two."
Jana opened her mouth, revealing a mouth full of beautiful serrated teeth.
"Shut up, Jana! Such venomous tongue. Hurry up and heal my injuries. If you have anything to say, wait until I'm better."
Swish!
Owen groaned with difficulty. The dozens of tentacles under Jana's feet immediately rose. Each tentacle held a surgical tool, either scissors or a saw, and cut down on Owen's body.
"Platinum-tier healing technique, Lingering Sound of Pain!"
The dozens of surgical tools turned into tens of thousands of phantoms, cutting over Owen's body. Owen did not seem to have changed at all, but he looked like he was in pain. Since he was a peak platinum-tier elite, he had seen all of Jana's movements.
