I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

John was perplexed, but he quickly felt that it was consequential—his body seemed to have become a refuge for all sorts of bizarre entities.

Although he indeed detested these things, he couldn't deny that there was little he could do about it.

"How is Victor now? Why is he still unconscious? What exactly happened just now?"

John was overwhelmed with questions, unsure of what had really transpired.

While he was unconscious, he had felt Victor's presence very close to him, but for some reason, it had suddenly disappeared.

Vincent looked at him with a peculiar expression.

"Do you really not know what happened just now?"

John was genuinely confused, but eventually, he nodded.

"If I knew, why would I be asking you? I just remember suddenly feeling faint and passing out, but..."

John paused, glancing at Victor, who was still unconscious on the ground.

The other two seemed to have understood what had likely happened, especially since John had felt something else when he went back there earlier.

"I can already sense that there are people approaching from outside, and their strength is not to be underestimated. We should focus on recovering our own strength first," Vincent said, rubbing his temples wearily, feeling as though his body had been almost completely drained.

They had brought along ordinary recovery potions, but these potions were proving utterly useless now, more of a nuisance than a help.

He had already consumed two stamina recovery potions, yet his strength had not returned.

This indicated that in this place, not only was their recovery speed slowing down, but their own power was also being partially diminished.

John, too, was acutely aware of the peculiarities of this location.

He pulled out the Spring of Life from a fragment of the secret realm.

Initially, he hadn't thought much of it, but now it seemed far more useful than any recovery potion.

After all, this item could indeed restore their strength in a short amount of time.

Plus, it was given to him by the owner of the inn he had stayed at, who had prepared many such potions and stored them in bottles for him.

At that time, John hadn't seen any special use for these items, but now the situation was different.

When John pulled out the item, both Vincent and Scarlett were momentarily stunned.

However, without any hesitation, they accepted the items from John's hands.

They knew that no matter what, John would not harm them, and there was no benefit for him in doing so.

There were still many people outside keeping an eye on them, uncertain of what those people were thinking or what their intentions might be.

But if they wanted to safely exit, they needed to rely on each other's strength.

So, whoever recovered best would be advantageous for the group.

All three of them drank the green potion from the bottle simultaneously, and instantly, they felt refreshed and revitalized.

Both Scarlett and Vincent's eyes widened in surprise.

Honestly, although they knew the potion was beneficial, they had never imagined John could procure something so potent.

This completely exceeded their expectations.

The recovery speed was astoundingly fast, far more effective than the slow recuperation they had been enduring.

Almost immediately, they both knew what to do next and started to recover without any hesitation.

This was an opportunity for them, and it was also the best way to reduce recovery time.

John, possessing a secret realm within him, experienced a faster recovery rate.

By the time he was nearly fully restored, he noticed that Scarlett and the others were still recuperating.

Without hesitation, he went over to Silver Tear and began to slowly drip the Spring of Life into their mouths.

He wasn't sure of their exact condition, but he could guess it wasn't great, otherwise they wouldn't have remained unconscious for so long.

Moreover, he felt compelled to be vigilant about Victor's condition, especially since the atmosphere outside was becoming increasingly tense.

After waiting about fifteen minutes, John saw Vincent finally open his eyes.

Vincent's expression was much improved compared to before, not as pale.

Vincent felt that he had regained about seventy to eighty percent of his strength.

Although there might still be some danger, at least he could control the situation to some extent.

Scarlett also slowly opened her eyes, her expression somewhat changed.

Honestly, she knew John had good resources, but she had never imagined they would be this effective; the recovery rate far exceeded her expectations.

Vincent and Scarlett exchanged a glance, both sensing that the presence outside was drawing closer.

Perhaps those outside could no longer detect what was happening inside, so they were testing the waters to understand the situation.

However, John and the others were still in the process of recovery and couldn't reach their full strength.

If more people arrived from outside, they would be unable to fend them off.

This realization made Vincent increasingly anxious.

Although he was an apocalyptic-tier warrior, he knew that even he could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

The saying "many ants can kill an elephant" came to mind.

The exact nature of the threat was still unknown, and the true strength of their adversaries had never been fully displayed.

It was unlikely that this planet only harbored a few weaklings; surely, there were many formidable foes who hadn't revealed themselves yet.

This posed a significant and potentially lethal danger to them.

Silver Tear began to stir, slowly regaining consciousness.

She tasted something sweet in her mouth, like ambrosia, and felt her injuries and MP rapidly recovering.

Silver Tear was surprised but quickly sensed something different and looked directly at John.

"What did you give me? What's going on now? How's the captain? And what happened with that disgusting thing?"

She bombarded John with questions, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

He could only laugh and say, "Alright, don't think too much about it now. Focus on recovering your own condition first. Things are far from peaceful outside."

Dark Fox slowly regained consciousness and immediately sensed the unusual situation.

His expression grew tense as he quietly observed the outside.

Without saying a word, he began to focus on his own recovery.

No matter what, they needed to regain their full strength.

If any unexpected situations arose, they couldn't afford to be the ones holding the team back.

Vincent chuckled softly without speaking, quickly sensing that the presence outside was drawing ever closer, and there were even a few cataclysmic-tier individuals among them.

This was getting interesting.

Previously, he hadn't sensed these individuals at all.

Now, after their battle had ended, he could feel their presence gradually approaching.

Had they been monitoring the situation all along?

Were they hoping to swoop in and reap the benefits, or did they have other plans?

Vincent rubbed his thumb lightly, a unique feeling stirring within him.

No matter what they intended to do, they were destined to leave empty-handed.

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