Jingjing's body was tiny, so healing it was definitely far easier than healing a human.
But this giant beast was a different story. It was so enormous that healing a real injury would undoubtedly take a great deal of effort.
'If I can use this mutant beast as my own test subject,' Tang Mo thought, 'it would be the perfect way to train my healing abilities.'
And to heal this mutant beast, she first had to injure it.
Obviously, getting close was out of the question.
However, a problem that might stump others was no challenge for Tang Mo.
Besides healing, the very first skill she had learned was materializing her spiritual power for attacks, and now was the perfect time to put it to use.
And so, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Streaks of Wind Blades shot from Tang Mo's fingertips, cutting into the giant beast's body.
A single Wind Blade might not mean much to a mutant beast with such a tough hide, but what about ten? What about a hundred?
