The Cultivation Room on the middle deck of the Falling Star.
The metal floor gleamed with cold, hard silver light, yet a rising crimson aura lent it a touch of warmth.
Lin Sheng hovered cross-legged in midair, his body contorted into a posture that defied reason. His spine bent like a bow, his limbs twisted backward, and his fingertips nearly touched his toes. He resembled a colossal blood-red python poised to strike.
The air around him churned under the overwhelming power of his flesh, forming visible crimson vortices. Every breath came with the faint crackling of bones, as though countless torrents of vital blood were roaring through his meridians.
The Blood-Bone Heaven-Burning Art was already circulating at its utmost limit. The barrier to the Initial Erosion Martial Realm had been thoroughly breached, and Lin Sheng was now devoting all his effort to honing his first killing move since entering this realm—Blood Devour.
The killing move had a plain, unassuming name, yet it contained the essence of the Flesh Dao.
At this moment, Lin Sheng's Flesh Affinity talent displayed a terrifying amplifying effect. The crimson divine astral force within him seemed to have found an outlet, surging madly through every limb and bone, mingling and colliding with the power of his flesh.
Countless blood vessels bulged and writhed beneath his skin, as though living creatures were moving through them. The crimson aura around him grew ever denser, even condensing into tiny beads of blood that hovered around his body, refracting an eerie luster.
Humm-
The Cultivation Room's alloy walls trembled slightly. Invisible fluctuations of vital blood rippled outward like waves, penetrating the heavy hatch and spreading through the Falling Star's corridors.
The aura was domineering and pure, interweaving primal strength with vitality. Many crew members resting aboard the warship instinctively tensed,