The battle did not last for several hours; after more than half an hour, the blood overflowing from under his feet began to lessen. When Zheng Yichen stepped on the ground, the scorching blood was continuously absorbed by him. As he absorbed in large amounts, the quality of the blood rapidly declined.
It became on par with the surging blood columns, and the attacks of the flesh-clad people grew increasingly frantic. Setting aside the issues of curses and other influences, the speed of recovery from injuries just couldn't keep up with the self-healing pace.
What was more critical was the influence of the demonic thoughts. Under the sway of demonic thoughts, he had become mentally ill, but not intellectually disabled. His ability to judge was still present; it just made him not want to be his normal self.
