His entire body had turned black, even the strands of his hair, which stood on end like steel needles.
Yi Chen growled low in his throat. His body writhed like an enormous spider, his joints cracking like exploding firecrackers.
The demonic qi that had completely fused within him had now been thoroughly refined by Yi Chen into exceedingly fine threads.
These threads coiled within Yi Chen's muscles like venomous snakes, constantly slithering about as they sought opportunities to burrow into his body.
Wisps of soul power seeped into Yi Chen's body, then vanished without a trace like clay oxen sinking into the sea.
Within Yi Chen's dantian, a wisp of pale green soul power slowly revolved, neither too fast nor too slow, its pace just right. Like an enormous whirlpool, it steadily drew in the heaven and earth spiritual energy pouring in from outside. It then transformed the power of heaven and earth contained within into pure yin attribute energy, feeding it back into Yi Chen's body.
All the bones in Yi Chen's body emitted strange creaking sounds. His muscles swelled until he resembled an iron tower, yet his skin took on an eerie, inky green hue.
Blood dripped from Yi Chen's facial features and ears. His skin had shriveled and withered like dried bark, yet the immense medicinal power within him showed no sign of waning.
With a thunderous hum, a patch of Yi Chen's skin collapsed, exposing a hole as wide as the mouth of a bowl, from which black smoke billowed.
But immediately afterward, Yi Chen's skin returned to its original state. His temperature continued to soar wildly. His marrow, blood, muscles, meridians, and organs-even all his internal viscera-were like a vast furnace, frantically smelting that tremendous medicinal power. Meanwhile, Yi Chen's strength grew at a tremendous