The originally somewhat stable red blood crystal particles in his stomach suddenly ignited like oil meeting a flame, starting to burn fiercely.
Wisps of blood mist erupted from his stomach, rushing towards his limbs and bones, and every part of his body.
Wherever the mist passed, every piece of flesh and every cell greedily absorbed it, emitting waves of joyous cheers.
Long afterward.
The energy that had erupted in his stomach had been completely consumed, with no trace of blood mist remaining.
Jiang Ning felt his body still craving, as if the red flame blood crystal he had just swallowed and refined did not satisfy his body's needs.
He then took out a few more red flame blood crystals and tossed them into his mouth.
Crunch—
Crack—
Crack—
The upper and lower teeth quickly ground the red flame blood crystals he had just thrown into his mouth into fine particles, and then swallowed them.
After a long while.
