"Hehe... Only healing potions? Mine... is a regenerative substance..."
The fat pig could still speak, and his wounds were slowly healing.
He also recognized what Gao Xin had consumed, but that was just for healing injuries, not for regenerating lost parts.
"Is that so? Think you can heal fast enough?" Gao Xin sneered.
The fat pig walked forward, then suddenly stopped and knelt, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.
"What the hell is that stuff!" The fat pig felt his chest muscles rotting away as if he had been poisoned.
Not just he, but the broken blade in Gao Xin's hand was also nearly dissolved, with almost only the hilt remaining.
And on his own arm, covered with the fat pig's blood mixed with something else, his skin and flesh were being eroded.
However, Gao Xin simply licked the blood on it and the corrosive effect subsided.
