Rock-hard muscles swelled incessantly, Ning Fan's skin turned blood red, a white mist rose from his body, and his hair became wet from the sweat it secreted.
His momentum shifted from weak to strong, his muscles bursting as if covered in a layer of muscle armor.
Crash!!!
Inside the laboratory, researchers from the Fang Guild burst into exclamations, pointing at Ning Fan and excitedly discussing among themselves.
The Genetic Potion had begun to take effect, and the results looked remarkably outstanding.
Apollo watched Ning Fan excitedly, his face filled with excitement as he sized up Ning Fan as though he were admiring a piece of art. He could hardly hide his excitement, yet deep in his eyes, a murderous intent was hidden.
It seemed that the Genetic Potion was genuine, based on the effects produced on Ning Fan's body; he didn't look at all like someone whose Pipa Bone had been locked.