Wang Xuan spat out a mouthful of black blood, the congealed substance emitting a foul breath. After he had expelled it, he felt an unprecedented lightness.
Truly, it's really different!
The punches from He the Sixth, although excruciating, were extraordinarily miraculous, allowing one to be reborn, laying solid foundations!
Wang Xuan sensed his body, with Inner Strength circulating through his meridians, washing his flesh body, while Qi and blood flowed in his blood and flesh, forming a small bulge, akin to a darting little mouse.
The smoothness of its operation was unprecedented! If in the past it was like a bicycle navigating a mountain path, now it was akin to a professional sports car speeding on the highway, the speed was incomparable.
The Demonic Qi once eroded his foundations, even though it was removed, it left them akin to a house corroded by seawater, extremely fragile and full of pits.
