Jiang Chen was immersed in the Holy Blood Spirit Pool.
The golden blood began to boil, as if it were in a heated pot. Golden bubbles rose one after another from the bottom of the spirit pool.
Streams of golden blood transformed into countless sharp knives, relentlessly boring into Jiang Chen's body.
Searing heat. Piercing stabs. Heart-rending agony.
Jiang Chen felt as if his very soul was being torn to shreds, his entire being submerged in unspeakable pain.
"It hurts so much..."
'What the hell is this stuff? How can it be so painful?'
Jiang Chen's face was completely contorted in pain.
His physical body was currently comparable to a Saint-tier Profound Weapon, incredibly tough. Even being struck by another Saint-tier Profound Weapon would have barely caused him any pain.
But this Golden Holy Blood seemed to ignore his defenses completely.
It felt as if countless giant hands were tearing at his muscles and meridians, a heart-wrenching pain that was utterly unbearable.
