"Arghhhhh—"
Jiang Dali roared as he stood up, his body as hot as a blazing furnace, full of an overwhelming desire to vent, and his skin itched and prickled painfully.
Strands of hair all over his body began to fall out.
Clumps of hair fell from his head, tinged with blood, even his eyebrows were dropping out.
"Ah— It's going to explode!"
Jiang Dali bellowed, his body streaked with blood mingled with sweat, falling like rain.
His blue-hued hands trembled.
On his iron-like cheeks, it seemed as if one could see the blood pulsating, and his eyes burned like charred coals, glittering intensely.
Suddenly, a fierce sound like cracking bones erupted.
His epidermis turned into a blue shell, his eyes blood-red, and the muscles under the skin, tough as copper and iron, seemed to be forged from steel, bulging prominently. With a slight effort, the sinews and bones emitted explosive crackling sounds.
