Watching as Zheng Yichen simply jumped off his motorcycle, Baylock glanced at his own useless arm; the stark disparity filled him with a rage that caused him to roar, his arm inflating back to size like a balloon.
Under the influence of the erupting power, the muscle tissue squeezing from the wound and the broken bones were compressed and pulled back into place.
Baylock clenched his fists together, and an abnormal swelling appeared in his arms, like those of a gibbon. He plunged his arms into the ground, pulling out the Sky Pillar roots, and as he drew upon the Sky Pillar's energy, he unleashed all of his strength.
His fists, carrying the momentum of thunderous force, hammered towards Zheng Yichen.
Facing this strike, the pale glow emanating from Zheng Yichen's wounds faded somewhat, and under the influence of the Sky Pillar's energy, the blood dragon in his hand underwent further transformation. The pale dragon shadow collided with Baylock's fist.
