Night fell. Little Mountain Pig, Old Ox, and Niu Xiaohua gradually recovered from the trials of the round before last and the previous round.
Only Wolf Bu'er was still struggling painfully. It had been in the most miserable state this round, but in truth, it had probably gained the most as well.
Just as Wang Wu had once grinded negative resistance—the greater the danger, the more explosive the results.
As for Ape Bupuo, it had been frowning for a long while. Every so often, it anxiously glanced at Bear Sixteen, but Bear Sixteen remained as steady as a rock, silent and perfectly in control of its emotions.
At the same time, atop a large tree less than five hundred meters away from them, Wang Wu was immersed in a state of bliss.
He had successfully set 50% of his Vitality Points into motion.
The feeling was truly incredible.
It was even more explosive than cultivating the Ice-Fire Dual Spirit Root.
What puzzled him, however, was that Vitality Points and the Ice-Fire Dual Spirit Root had no direct connection. They were like three lanes of traffic heading in the same direction: though they could indirectly benefit one another, there was truly nothing that directly corresponded between them.
This made Wang Wu think of the distinction between innate and acquired qualities.
The sensation of his Vitality Points flowing right now was extremely similar to that of an innate bloodline.
This process, this stage of circulation, was truly making his body visibly stronger.
Wang Wu even felt as though he had returned to the state he had been in when he went into seclusion at the Tree Heart beneath West Mountain and trained himself madly.
But last time, he had spent nearly a month eating and drinking like mad, training like mad, before