Self-Hurting

Ji Hao gave a few muffled moans as the great pain came. Afterward, he took a few long gasps for air.

The flying blood streams and pieces of muscles and bones all flew backward and merged back together. Then, a blood-red light flashed across Ji Hao’s body as all wounds began healing themselves. Through the wounds on his arm, the large streams of blood flew back into his body without leaving even a single drop on the outside.

Wielding his arm forward, Ji Hao then looked at Pan Xi with a darkened face.

Was this the body of a Chaos saint? She looked like a tender beautiful young girl, but she was actually a monster with an extremely tough body. Ji Hao’s body was already as tough as four-star Divine Magi. But just now, when his fist bumped against Pan Xi’s face, he clearly sensed that his fist was actually like a soft piece of tofu while Pan Xi’s face was as solid as rocks.