"Come on, the second round of slaughter begins!"
A low growl squeezed out from a blood-stained throat.
Half-kneeling in the pool of blood and rubble, Jeming propped himself up with his only remaining right arm, ignoring the horrifying hole in his left chest and the excruciating pain that almost tore him apart, struggling to stand up.
His figure staggered, yet he did not pause for a moment, dragging his broken body, he actively charged towards the Time Residue trapped in the Elemental Vacuum Domain!
Each step he took left a footprint mixed with blood and dust on the ground.
But as Jeming's steps pulsed, his body underwent changes in sync.
At the edge of his wounds, charred and carbonized tissues quickly fell off, and pink, vibrant granulation tissue spread wildly like the wildest vines at a speed visible to the naked eye!
His bones emitted subtle yet dense "crackling" sounds, the fractures filled by a new bone material shimmering with a faint golden hue.
