Rise of HAKHAMANESH: The One

Thrust

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The small and big pieces of foreign bones that were embedded in Arash's weak body were shot out from his body one after another and soon, their wounds were healed.

Arash, enveloped in the thinnest golden aura, with a body that no longer had any wounds, looked towards the struggle of the skeleton and the bone Drake.

Arash's body had recovered to some extent, and the mana that he spread in his muscles had removed all the pain he was suffering for a while, allowing Arash to think and make decisions without any pain.

However, He could feel the heavy pressure of the corrupting mana that was bringing a lot of corrupted feelings, but he didn't care, Arash had endured worse of this state at the begging of his journey, so now, Arash was just like before, a thin and weak body that was nothing but skin and bones, but all the training he had learned wasn't for nothing And even in this situation, Arash had learned to use his body in the best possible way.

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