The blood seethed and gushed into Feng Lin's body through his seven apertures and any other openings on his body. They were scorching hot like lava.
Feng Lin had been inflicted with serious injuries to begin with, and these blood had great corrosive prowess, causing him to feel intense pain inside out as if his entire body was going to rot.
He summoned the last bit of his mental energy to assess the inside of his body.
Those blood seemed to have a life of their own, gushing up like piranhas, treating Feng Lin like a prey and gushing into his body with all they had.
Feng Lin could sense that they were like small bugs which incessantly made their way into the depths of the human body and gnawed on the human genes, wanting to turn him into some kind of unknown existence.
He had previously avoided this Divine Blood Ritual but hadn't expected to still end up in it.
