In just a few moments, he looked like an entirely different person. Even his bearing had undergone a heaven-and-earth transformation.
Though he remained strikingly masculine and handsome, a faint trace of sinister allure had crept into his appearance.
Of course, the divine radiance in his eyes had vanished as well, replaced by a soul-piercing chill.
He looked like a divine dragon reborn in flames, possessed of terrifying destructive power.
After confirming that his injuries had healed completely, Yi Chen sat cross-legged and tried circulating a certain cultivation method within the bloody hole.
This was a tall, thin young man dressed in white robes, with a handsome face, dark purple lips, two pale red marks on his forehead, and golden light flashing in his eyes.
His skin was an eerie white, like the skin of a freshly peeled egg.
Meanwhile, inside Yi Chen, the Demon Dragon stared blankly at his own arm.
A hideous scar marked that pale arm.
The wound had already scabbed over and even showed signs of healing. Without a close look, it would have been almost impossible to make out.
But as the Demon Dragon Envoy examined his arm, he suddenly discovered that his wound was slowly disappearing.
"How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible!" The Demon Dragon Envoy's eyes widened in disbelief.
He could clearly feel the mass of black energy within him gradually diminishing, while the bloody hole in his chest grew smaller and smaller.
Not only that, he could also feel his cultivation rising.
The Demon Dragon Envoy was astonished. He had never encountered anything so strange, and more wondrous still, his wound was slowly healing.
Although the process was very slow, nowhere near comparable to cultivating on his own, he was certain that if it continued like this, he would return to