The exhausted Qin Shi could only rely on his faint breathing to sustain his life.
Inside his body, great changes were taking place.
The severed tendons were slowly reconnecting, the fractured bones were gradually mending, and even the torn muscles were healing.
The whole body was like a shattered porcelain piece, put into a kiln to be fired, with all flaws fully repaired!
"The density of the bones, the toughness of the tendons, and the strength of the muscles have all improved significantly.
Now, even if I withstand a machine gun barrage, I probably won't suffer any fatal injuries!"
Qin Shi relied on [muscle memory], and in a near-automated state, he drove the operation of the Demon Mountain Breathing Technique.
The life force circulated and flowed, transforming into brilliant rays of light that filled his body and nourished his parched physique.
Billowing dust rose, obscuring the rapidly ascending aura of his upright figure.
Clearly, Qin Shi, who had taken a solid beating.
