The yellow pus and dark-green, thick liquid splattered, the foul-smelling mixture sliding from the corner of Juanlu's mouth.
"Ugh... Mmm."
Nauseated to the point of dry heaving, Juanlu still did his best to swallow the contents of his mouth. He had lost his sense of taste; his brain was blocking the sensation. His eyes appeared dull and numb, yet they revealed a fierce determination.
"HMPH!" An angry snort escaped his nostrils.
Chewing and swallowing, again and again.
Before him lay the skeleton of the boar monster, its flesh stripped clean. It hadn't even reappeared in the surrounding swamp; it was as if it had vanished into thin air, disappearing into Juanlu's stomach.
Without this flesh, the boar monster could hardly be revived. Each revival was less complete than before, lacking some of its flesh.
Meanwhile, the Energy from the meat rapidly restored the Magic Power in Juanlu's body, but this came at the cost of mental torment and the desecration of his taste buds.
