Chapitre 66: 066 Martial Artist_1

Under the golden sunlight, a blood-soaked figure was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Completely still, just like a statue.

Gradually, the blood coagulated and formed a scab. Casio, at this moment, looked more like a sculpture, and there wasn't even a hint of breathing from his chest. His aura was so weak, it was almost like he was a dead man.

An hour passed and everything remained the same.

Two hours passed with no movement.

Three hours…. Four hours…. Five hours….

Suddenly, a clear shattering sound was heard.

It turned out the blood scab on Casio's body had started cracking.

The next moment, a series of tiny shattering sounds linked together.

The blood scab completely shattered, a tall and upright figure then stood up from the ground. Debris fell from the transformed body.

The sunlight hit his skin, giving off a warm glow similar to that of rugged bronze, reminding people of the toughness of cowhide.