"Huff!"
Hot air circulated within the cabin.
His entire body felt as though scorched by intense flames, ignited from the spine and rolling outward, searing every inch of flesh and blood.
The third transformation of his talent!
Perhaps because he had gone through the process multiple times, Liang Qu's brow furrowed slightly, the pain not as excruciating as expected; instead, he found some enjoyment in it, relishing the process of his body being tempered into steel like refined iron cast into a melting furnace.
Might's carapace opened and closed, its wings folded; it crawled to and fro near the cracks of the windows and doors, carefully collecting information that had dissipated into the air.
On the deck, the boatmen were busy, gathering the fishing nets, cleaning the deck, and preparing for the final night's catch. Sensing the formidable presence, they couldn't help but come closer for a chat.
"Such an impressive aura, has Lord Liang made progress in his martial arts again?"
