Under the joint efforts of Vincent and Horace, the entire black fog had been completely sucked dry by the Cup of Fate. The black fog had been transformed into pure psionic power. The amount of psionic power was enough to last Vincent for a long time.
However, Vincent did not intend to keep the psionic power. Instead, he swung the Cup of Fate and threw a large amount of psionic power into the air, quietly nourishing every elf. The psionic power poured down like rain, mending the psionic power that the elves had just lost, allowing their bodies to return to their youthful state.
The elves who received the massive amount of psionic power stood up one after another. They looked at Vincent with gratitude on their faces.
Horace, who was also a god, took the initiative to kneel on one knee. He placed one hand on his chest and bowed respectfully to Vincent, saying, "Thank you for saving us, supreme god!"
