章 629: Pressure Lines

Sylas stood weakly. His arm was still a mangled mess, but at the very least, he was no longer oozing puss.

The fleshly wounds were a secondary problem. The main issue was the fragmented state of his arm. He couldn't count the number of hairline fractures he had suffered, and worse than that, the Blackened Claws seemed to be in a state of limbo.

They had been somewhat saved by the Blood Essence it absorbed from the chimera. But as Sylas had already seen, Rotten creatures were basically living dead existences. They had no Will of their own, and they certainly didn't have Blood Essence in spades.

As such, the Blackened Claws were in a state of dormancy, and for all intents and purposes, destroyed.

But what made the situation troubling was that in order to increase the Durability once more, Sylas needed to summon them to attack and kill something. How could he fix them if he couldn't do that?