Time passed little by little, and Zhou Chen felt the desire to slaughter deep within him steadily grow and accumulate.
At the same time, waves of stabbing pain began coursing through his body. His skin, in particular, kept tightening, as though he could no longer restrain the savage beast about to awaken within him.
His arms and legs were still all right; he could barely keep them under control. His chest and abdomen were the worst, swelling and aching in waves.
With his constantly expanding muscles stretching his chest and abdomen, Zhou Chen felt like a rubber band pulled to its limit, teetering on the brink of snapping.
And this was merely from standing still, without circulating his power or fighting.
Once he circulated his power and fought, the strain on his body would be even greater. Beyond ten minutes, his muscles would probably tear apart before he could defeat his opponent.
After a moment's thought, Zhou Chen understood. Every time his strength rose another level, activating the Crimson Baleful Transformation demanded a tougher body. Only then could he accommodate the greater muscular expansion and increasingly surging blood vitality.
Clearly, his body was not strong enough right now. He had not even lasted long enough for his mind to lose control.
But why had his arms and legs not broken down yet?
Could it be because I practiced the Wild Bull Fist and Wind-Riding Steps? The muscles in my arms and legs have been stimulated and strengthened by blood vitality while circulating my power, so they can last longer than my chest and abdomen?
Zhou Chen sank into thought.
For now, his mind could still barely be considered clear.
He glanced at the incense beside him, which he was using to measure time. Only a short length had burned away.