Under the nourishment of a vast amount of Demon Race essence blood, the rotted flesh on Lan Peng's body grew back once more.
On the surface, Lan Peng's flesh-and-blood body had already returned to normal.
Yet in Zhang Yang's perception, Lan Peng's physique displayed a bizarre condition.
It clearly looked like a living body, yet it contained an intense aura of death.
"Big Brother, how are you feeling?" Zhang Yang looked at Lan Peng. "Is your condition all right?"
"No problem!" Lan Peng was incomparably excited. "I can feel that my physique has become stronger again, a whole notch stronger than my former Immortal Demon Body. The facts prove that my path is correct. Didn't you say just now that you had a lot of zombie power? Give it to me again, and I'll temper myself once more!"
He wanted to temper his physique again and again, truly making it indestructible.
Zhang Yang looked at Lan Peng's body, pondered for a moment, and said, "If I inject zombie power into you again, will the physique you so painstakingly restored rot away once more... How about this? I'll find you a place to store the zombie power.
"You can absorb the zombie power slowly and let it seep gradually into your body.
"When your flesh-and-blood body is close to rotting away, you stop. What do you think?"
Lan Peng thought it over for a while, then quickly agreed to Zhang Yang's suggestion.
After all, although he could endure the pain of zombie power seeping into his body, the pain of his flesh rotting away was even worse.
If it could slowly seep into his physique and temper it continuously, perhaps that would be a better choice.
"Wait here. I'll make the arrangements!"
After giving Lan Peng an instruction, Zhang Yang turned