A newly healed scab, ripped clean off by Ye Chong, along with a small patch of skin, was bloody and tossed onto the ground.
The clothing around the wound, stained with rust-like patches, was now drenched in bright red blood.
Yet, this still wasn't enough.
Ye Chong's hand hovered around the edge of the wound, exploring. His fingers even dug into the newly-healed flesh.
He slightly furrowed his brow, ignoring Tan Xiao's repeated screams of agony. With a detached tone, he stated, "I didn't expect your recovery ability to be this good... Looks like, this guy's been through the maze more than twice. His cell healing ability is extremely robust…"
Ye Chong withdrew his hand, casually wiping off the blood on his fingers. His voice was soft, but carried a frigid indifference, "How enviable…"
The others in the cave remained silent.
Tan Xiao was heaving on the ground. His bangs were soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead strand by strand.