The next moment, his hand jerked as if it had received an electric shock. A severe, stinging pain coursed through his palm, causing it to convulse involuntarily. The sense of rejection was stronger than the previous time, intensifying to the point where it numbed his hand with pain.
What a thing, even stronger rejection! If I were to soak in this, who knows what could happen. This won't do. Does the level increase result in stronger backlash?
Long Dangdang was a bit speechless. Is the only blood that suits him and his brother that of the earth fire lizard? What was going on?
This time he took a full fifteen minutes to recover, then switched hands, picking up a vial of the third type of magical beast blood.