Restriction runes covered the surroundings inside the cavern.
Ye Han assumed a strange posture, holding up the heavens with both hands and tilting his head back. His waist arched into a great bridge, one foot barely touching the ground while the other seemed poised to take flight...
As he exhaled astonishing black-red blood essence, his body rose and fell with his breathing and the circulation of his qi and blood. Sweat already streamed down his body. On closer inspection, fine threads of blood actually flowed within those beads of sweat as they dripped onto the ground...
Qi and blood enveloped his entire body, and he looked to be in great pain.
At last, Ye Han let out a long breath, stopped practicing, and sat cross-legged, meditating to calm the surging blood essence churning within him...
The Heavenly Dragon Demon Race's Heavenly Dragon Tyrant Body Art was extraordinary indeed. After practicing for more than ten days, Ye Han had finally mastered the correct way to cultivate its first movement. It had clearly improved his current physical body...
However, what delighted Ye Han most was not the improvement to his physical body, but its clear healing effect on his injured right arm.
Originally, even moving his injured right arm had been difficult, but to practice the Heavenly Dragon Tyrant Body Art, he had no choice but to force it into that posture...
Unexpectedly, while he practiced the Heavenly Dragon Tyrant Body Art, the surging impact of his qi and blood could open up the meridians damaged by the Creation Immortal Stone a little, allowing him to barely move his arm...
This was an effect even Ye Han had not anticipated. Although full recovery was still a long way off, he had finally seen a glimmer of hope.
Of course, it also gave