The beat of his heart remained ever so clear.
He did not feel an ounce of exhaustion, even after what he had just done. Twelve Flesh Awakening Warriors lay dead around him, their blood seeping into the dark stones, and yet his breathing was steady. His muscles did not burn. His mind did not fog!
The Mana coursing through his flesh, his bones, his blood, his marrow, his organs, all of it sustained him in ways that traditional cultivation could never match.
As his weapon and the weapon of the Bone Tempering Warrior buzzed against each other, he kept his eyes on the enemy. He could see the visible shock and fear within them, emotions that the Warrior was struggling and failing to hide.
This was not what Lukaku had expected to find in these backwater territories!
Emotions drove the enemy in front of him to speak in the next moment, his voice cracking with barely contained fury and terror.
"You know what you have done, Dross?!"
