As the back of his hand approached.
The fire-breathing Fatso's body began to twist and blur, as if something in its body was being absorbed by the silver pattern on the back of Lin Sheng's hand.
There was no resistance, no pain.
Not long after, the newly constructed fire-breathing Fatso was completely stripped of its unique bloodline — the Crag Dragon — by the Circle of Reaping.
Lin Sheng felt the hunger on the back of his hand slowly disappear, and then retracted his hand.
The Circle of Reaping on the back of his hand was twisting and turning rapidly, emitting a faint silver halo.
The halo seemed to be weaving and condensing something.
Lin Sheng's gaze turned to the monster in front of him.
The fire-breathing Fatso that he had just summoned was now like a huge wax figure, its body melting rapidly, turning into the most basic thick black fog.
The black fog dissipated in mid-air, as if it had never appeared, leaving nothing behind.
'It's dissolving, disappearing …' Lin Sheng suddenly had an epiphany.
It was a special message that was officially fed back to him from the ritual.
In less than a minute.
The fire-breathing black Fatso's huge body completely turned into black fog, dissipating in front of Lin Sheng.
He could feel the increased burden on his soul quickly dissipating. That was caused by the dissipation of the summoned monster.
'I wonder if the bloodline extraction was successful?' Lin Sheng did not have any regrets, he had already expected this to happen.
This was only one of the possibilities.
He shifted his gaze back to the back of his hand.
Lin Sheng saw that the Circle of Reaping on the back of his hand was slowly condensing a small blood-red crystal.
The crystal was like an illusion, floating in mid-air above the Circle of Reaping. It was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
About five minutes later.
The crystal reached its maximum size. It was about the size of a fingernail.
The silver pattern on the back of his hand slowly faded away.
Lin Sheng decisively reached out, grabbed the crystal, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Gulp."
He forcefully swallowed the crystal.
"Strawberry flavor …" After savoring the taste, Lin Sheng smacked his lips.
Just as he tasted it, a fiery spiciness surged out from his stomach and quickly spread throughout his body.
The flames brought intense pain, from the inside out, making Lin Sheng feel as if his body was being scorched.
It was scorching hot, boiling hot, and the sweat that had just seeped out was burned away.
His eyeballs were getting hotter and hotter, like two hot metal balls embedded in his eye sockets.
Lin Sheng could even hear the hissing sound of his flesh being burned by the eyeball.
Wave after wave of pain.
His willpower, which he thought was strong and tenacious, quickly collapsed like an avalanche under the impact of this tide-like pain, and then he completely fainted.
Unfortunately, this bloodline fusion process wouldn't stop just because one's willpower collapsed and they fainted.
Inside the abandoned warehouse.
On the ground, Lin Sheng's entire body was red. His skin was like a cooked prawn, constantly emitting slightly distorted heat in all directions.
Large amounts of berserk bloodline began to attack his flesh.
The Crag Dragon's bloodline, because it was extracted from a summoned Dream Demon, its concentration was actually reduced by half.
Because of that, the Crag Dragon's bloodline that Lin Sheng had fused with was only half of the fire-breathing Fatso's.
But even this half was more than enough for him to endure. After all, his physique was naturally weaker than Fatso's.
Lin Sheng unconsciously rolled on the ground, howling in pain.
The surrounding Blackfeather Swordsmen all appeared, guarding him, quietly waiting for the fusion to complete.
Time passed slowly.
Soon, the light slowly dimmed, and it was afternoon again.
Lin Sheng's rolling slowly decreased, and the red color on his body also began to fade.
His body grew a little larger, but it wasn't obvious from the outside. His skin seemed to have darkened, and was no longer as white as before. But it wasn't black, it was somewhere in between.
The light shone on his face, faintly reflecting a rock-like hardness.
Not long after.
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes, and struggled to sit up from the ground.
His throat was swollen, and his entire body was burning hot, and his body was extremely thirsty.
"A portion of Saint power has been consumed, probably because I couldn't endure the fusion before, and the Saint power was used to support the fusion."
Lin Sheng felt the changes in his body.
"My strength has been strengthened, and my skin has become tougher …."
He reached out and touched the hard skin on his arm.
That feeling was completely different from a normal person.
"If I had truly succeeded in the fusion, I should also have the most typical characteristic of the Crag Dragon's bloodline — Dragon Skin Resistance."
According to Fatso's fragmented memories, the most typical manifestation of the Dragon Skin Resistance was fire resistance.
Because the Crag Dragon was also a dragon that could breathe fire, so the main manifestation of the Dragon Skin Resistance was fire resistance.
Just like how he used all his strength to barely pierce through Fatso's skin and muscles.
Although this resistance was not considered strong due to the thinness of the bloodline, but if combined with the Ashen Seal and Sacred Blood.
That effect ….
Lin Sheng suppressed the urge to immediately try it out. He could feel that his body was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
His state was extremely unstable.
The Crag Dragon's bloodline had at least doubled his strength, but the exact amount had to be carefully evaluated.
And the strength of his physique, the comprehensive skin resistance, and the Dragon Eye transformation of his eyes, these were all abilities that he had to slowly explore.
"I need to get used to it for a while … the speed of improvement is too fast, I've already jumped to at least Level Four warrior. If I can stabilize and master all the changes in my body, reaching Level Five would not be surprising. "
Lin Sheng did some rough calculations in his mind.
After three levels, every increase in level would result in a comprehensive and comprehensive improvement to the Warrior System.
If not for that, the elites of the warrior system would not be able to fight against the powerful legendary spellcasters.
"I need to cool down now …."
Lin Sheng patted the dust off his body, and began to clean up the various traces of the ritual.
….
….
Wisteria Mountain.
Located on the outskirts of Huaisha, this small mountain was a favorite training ground for many.
But the weather had turned cold, and the number of people training had decreased significantly.
And as it was nearing the end of the year, there were even fewer people here.
In the afternoon.
Lin Sheng was walking along the mountain path, and continued to move upwards.
There were footprints everywhere on the road, and the grass on both sides of the road was splashed with tiny bits of mud.
Perhaps it was from a passerby stepping on the mud on a rainy day.
At the edge of the winding path, one would occasionally pass by a grave. Some of the graves had stone tablets erected in front of them, while others were empty.
Lin Sheng took a deep breath, trying his best to release the throbbing heat in his chest.
He felt that his state was very unstable, and was afraid that if he was not careful, he would spit fire from his mouth.
This trip up the mountain was just to find a quiet place with fewer people to take a breather and calm his boiling spirit.
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