A researcher spoke in disbelief. He took off his headset, slowly rose to his feet, and looked toward the glass enclosure.
Anyone who wasn't blind could see that the flames inside the enclosure were gradually dying out.
When Sun Hang could no longer feel the violence and scorching heat contained in the blood, he finally released his bite.
He stood up, wiped the corner of his mouth, and let out a loud burp.
His throat felt a little sticky, while his stomach was bloated, as if he had chugged an entire barrel of drinking water in one go.
"Uh, after sucking so much blood, Old Wang isn't going to die from blood loss, is she?"
The thought suddenly surfaced. Sun Hang froze briefly, then hurriedly lowered his head to check Wang Xiyi's condition.
The wound on her neck had already healed, leaving only two marks like cinnabar moles. They were scars left by Sun Hang's two sharpest canines piercing through her neck—those teeth had briefly grown to ten centimeters long, making Sun Hang look like a humanoid saber-toothed tiger.
Much of the Dragon Scale covering Wang Xiyi's body had receded, and her claw-like hands had returned to their original slender, delicate fingers. Large patches of skin were exposed to the air.
Her complexion was rosy, without the pallor characteristic of blood loss. That finally made Sun Hang breathe a sigh of relief.
The Black Dragon Meme had granted her formidable vitality. Even if all the blood in her body were drained in an instant, her bodily functions could produce enough new blood to keep her organs running before death came for her.
However, compared to her previous human form, which only occasionally showed a few hidden scales, Wang Xiyi's appearance had still changed considerably.
Hard black scales still covered