After Ying Zheng showed the slightest intention of bestowing a marriage upon Lin Nue, the formidable Lin Nue was swiftly defeated. Dejected, he pulled out a black crystal sphere the size of a human head. Under the curious gazes of Lin Qi, Blackbeard, and Ying Zheng, Lin Nue carelessly sliced open the artery in his wrist with one palm. A great spray of hot blood burst forth, dyeing the black crystal sphere a vivid red.
Lin Qi's mouth twitched. Blackbeard and Ying Zheng wore equally unnatural expressions. Lin Nue, however, did not care in the least. After letting out roughly a jin of blood, his powerful flesh contracted, and the wound on his wrist rapidly healed without leaving even the slightest scar.
Ying Zheng's pupils shrank to needlepoints once more. Such terrifying regenerative power showed just how powerful Lin Nue's body was. Yet Lin Nue said carelessly, "If I don't let out a little blood every three to five days, my whole body gets unbearably hot. This crystal sphere only needs one drop of blood to activate, but what's the difference between one drop and a jin anyway?"
Ying Zheng's expression became utterly strange. No difference between a drop of blood and a jin of blood? Only Lin Nue could say something like that.
The black crystal sphere slowly absorbed Lin Nue's blood. The sphere, black as ink, gradually lit up with a faint red glow, and a curtain of blood-colored light slowly emerged. Lin Nue recited several incantations, pressed both hands against the crystal sphere, and continuously poured his immense power into it. Violent energy churned within his body, and the sound of roaring ocean waves could even be heard from inside him.
Lin Qi and Blackbeard were both dumbfounded. Lin Nue was pouring in all his power—just what