Inside the abode, Wu Qi's entire body was seen shrouded in wisps of black gases. Vaguely, there were cries of a dragon that could be heard coming from his throat. His muscles were wriggling and creeping endlessly, moving up and down in a manner that no human muscle could have achieved. At the same time, startling sounds of muscle and bone cracking and mending were echoing out from his body ceaselessly.
A threatening pressure kept spreading out from his body. At this point in time, Wu Qi did not look like a human, but an ancient beast that came from the time of antiquity. Both of his palms were spreading like a pair of dragon claws, while strange incantation gestures were being performed one after another, guiding the enormous flood dragon blood essence to slowly flow through his body, strengthening his corporeal body continuously.
