Sss!
Sss!
Sss!
Black aura spread out as Li Jing slowly closed his eyes. His body, nourished by the black aura, began to transform.
The old, lackluster scales fell off bit by bit, replaced by tough, elastic new scales that slowly grew in.
He didn't know how long had passed, maybe a day, perhaps a month.
Li Jing's tightly closed eyes once again opened.
"Has the transformation succeeded?"
Feeling the unprecedented strong power within his body, Li Jing couldn't help but grin. At the same time, he gained a whole new understanding of the Demon Beast's evolution.
Unlike meditation and consuming elixirs, the evolution of the Demon Clan relies entirely on bloodlines. The purer the bloodline of a Demon Beast, the higher their degree of evolution.
On the contrary, a Demon Beast with a mixed bloodline, even if it cultivates for ten thousand years, can only survive at the bottom of the hierarchy.
