Chen Qi did not hesitate, he consumed the Blood Crystal.
In an instant, Chen Qi felt his blood turning ice cold, as if he were ten thousand meters under the sea in a frigid area, even his breathing became erratic as he gasped for air.
Chen Qi clenched his teeth tightly and, within his bedroom, used the Fire Casting Skill, treating his own body as a piece of fine iron, constantly refining it with fierce fire.
The mixture of cold and heat exploded in his body, continuously battering his muscles and bones, time and time again—
Chen Qi felt as though he stood atop a mountain of magma, then was continuously battered by the cold torrents of a waterfall.
At this moment, if the Flower Witch were beside him, she would notice not only did his physique seem stronger, but his body also emitted a sharp, blade-like energy—
