The heat waves churned wildly, and the black-haired young man's entire body was flushed red. His black metal skin was like being roasted in the furnace, so red that it looked like it was about to melt.
Hu, hu, hu.
Large clouds of steam gushed forth from his nostrils; his entire being was emitting smoke.
Such a phenomenon caused the people in the surroundings to feel shocked.
(This xiantian potion is just a mid-martial perfect-grade genetic potion. How could its effects be so powerful? Isn't this a little bit exaggerated?)
(Could it be that the potion concoction failed and it is causing huge side effects?)
(If this was the case, this young man is out of luck!)
….
Numerous gazes turned over. All the expressions of the geneticists were that of rejoice in Feng Lin's misfortune.
The chest of the black-haired young man heaved up and down, contracting and expanding. Finally, after some time, he gradually calmed down.