Ji Hao’s blood flew rapidly out of his body like rivers.
That blood was purely dark. All life-force contained in that blood was destroyed. Instead, a strong sense of death filled it. Ji Hao’s extraordinarily strong body cast that waste blood out of his body while replacing it with the new Chaos blood produced by his heart. The new Chaos blood soon reached to every tiny corner of Ji Hao’s body.
He was indeed severely wounded, but not as bad as he looked like.
The vigorous life-force spread in his body, flowing in every meridian of his. Ji Hao breathed deeply. His broken skin fell off from his body piece by piece, then turned into ashes, drifting away.
A new, jade-smooth skin had been growing rapidly on his body. Ji Hao raised his arm and gently touched his face with his fingers. The new skin on his finger tinkled against the new skin on his face, sounding as beautiful as a small jade bell.