Casa couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Seeing him like this, Ji Nuan also relaxed. He was a fifth-level Orc, and it would be too unworthy if he just died at the hands of a mere little insect.
Only after the feeling of weakness in his body disappeared did Casa manage to sit up with support.
Harry, Norz, and Tuya quickly gathered around: "Are you alright now?"
Casa nodded: "I'm fine now, Shaman Ji Nuan's potion was very effective."
Tuya and Norz were overjoyed. Casa was the only fifth-level evolved Orc in their tribe, the hope for their safe return to the tribe.
Harry's mood was more complicated. Ever since his Beast Skin bag packed with herbs was lost in the sandstorm, he felt he really had no use as a Shaman.
"If the potion works, it means that this insect's poison is a kind of fire poison."
Looking at the wound on Casa's body gradually returning to its normal color, he shared his opinion.
