Primordial Blood!
Primordial Bone!
Mo Yu could now feel that the blood inside his body was no longer a warm liquid. Instead, it had transformed into surging lava.
Every heartbeat was like a volcano erupting within his chest, pumping scorching torrents into every limb and bone.
His meridians widened amid the searing heat, as though countless rivers of magma were roaring through his body. Wherever they passed, there was both tearing pain and the ultimate exhilaration of his old shell being reforged as new power flourished.
This Primordial Blood had granted Mo Yu an almost perverse recovery ability. Even wounds deep enough to expose bone could heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and regenerating broken bones was no difficult matter.
Mo Yu's bones were even more perverse now, with a density far exceeding metal and a weight as heavy as a mountain.
At this moment, Mo Yu felt as though he were carrying an invisible mountain on his back. Every movement required an enormous expenditure of strength.
But once Mo Yu adapted to it, this heaviness transformed into unparalleled solidity and stability.
When he stood, Mo Yu seemed connected to the earth, rooted ten thousand feet deep. When he casually threw a punch, his arm bones were like dragons, easily shattering the void.
With the Primordial Bone, Mo Yu could bear and compress the berserk energy from the Primordial Blood to the greatest possible extent, preventing it from bursting his body apart.
Mo Yu clenched his fist. He could feel a deep hum coming from his bones, like the tolling of an ancient bell. It was the sign that his strength was overflowing and on the verge of erupting.
"What marvelous Primordial Blood and Primordial Bone!" Mo Yu praised.
Mo Yu had a feeling that even if