The old Mage, along with his disciple and adventurers, left the temple.
The disciple at his side looked at him with concern, "Master, are you sure the wound on your face is alright?"
"It's fine."
With a slight shake of his head, the wound on the elder's face began to heal automatically, the bleeding corners of his mouth began to mend, and in no time, it appeared as it had before.
The power of magic is limitless; it stems from the loopholes within the Law and influences the Law by interfering with reality.
The wound was the same; it wasn't healed, rather, the impact of the punch by Black Tech was as if it never existed from the beginning, thus reverting him to normal.
However, even with such a mystical ability, it was trivial in the presence of the Demon God's power.
Turning back, he looked at the cabin within the temple and said with a wry smile, "Young people..."
