Bright red light circulated, Shi Hao sat cross-legged among a patch of Blood Spirit Grass, consuming one plant after another, his body glistening like blood diamonds, filled with a mysterious power.
At this moment, his body felt like it was going to split open, his blood glowing and bones booming as if they were about to ignite; his flesh was on the verge of exploding.
This strange herb indeed was not suitable for other races; its medicinal nature was overbearing, forcefully refining it could destroy the body's vitality and balance, leading to explosive death.
The aroma of Blood Spirit Grass was extremely rich, Shi Hao endured the severe pain, suppressing this transformation, with every inch of his flesh sparkling with Primal Bone Texts, blocking the tendency of his own body to disintegrate.
Yun Xi stood guard by his side; speaking now was too late, and moreover, he was very stubborn and would not heed advice.