Chen Feng woke up early.
At his level of cultivation, sleep was rely a superficial aspect; just two hours a day were enough for him to recover to his peak state.
Usually, by this ti, Chen Feng would be resting leisurely on the deck, but today was different. The Undead Mage appeared before him without being summoned.
Inside the cabin.
The hooded Undead Mage stood before Chen Feng, its face withered and dry like old tree roots, marked by the passage of ti.
Unlike the other summoned beasts, the Undead Mage possessed formidable spellcasting abilities, enabling it to break through dinsions and appear before Chen Feng voluntarily.
"Is it ready?" Chen Feng asked calmly, looking at the mage.
The Undead Mage extended its hand, and a dark pill appeared before Chen Feng. It wasn’t the imagined grandeur encircled by Dragon Qi, as dazzling as a fla pill, but rather ordinary, like a simple tablet.
The Dragon Blood potion?
Chen Feng frowned. The potion was vastly different from what he had imagined.
Nevertheless, Chen Feng was not one for hollow brilliance. He reached out and took the pill, and upon holding it in his hand, he imdiately felt a familiar aura.
Dragon Blood.
Though not in liquid form, the pill contained so Dragon Blood and Dragon Bone.
Seeing Chen Feng’s doubts, the Undead Mage uncharacteristically explained.
Common Dragon Blood potions are indeed concocted in liquid form. However, the essence of the Black Dragon had mostly been absorbed by Chen Feng, indicating a lack of primary ingredients for the potion. Thus, the Undead Mage had to replace the blood with Dragon Bone and Dragon Flesh, refining it into pill form.
Cherishing his life and possessing a mild cleanliness obsession, Chen Feng was wary. Although the pill was crafted from the Black Dragon’s remains, its effects and potential harm to the body were uncertain. Furthermore, the energy within these pills had long been diluted, offering no real benefit to Chen Feng even if consud.
Unlock potential?
These pills might have significant effects only on ordinary people.
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Standing solemnly.
Chen Feng, dressed in a black outfit, stepped onto the deck. In front of him stood ten upright warriors.
Though they were not professionals, they had participated in several battles, practically becoming veteran soldiers. Many had previously enrolled in the Blood Sacrifice fusions. Perhaps due to their familiarity with blood, they harbored an ardent pursuit for strength.
Chen Feng needed to motivate the troops, instilling confidence in their success.
But he didn’t indulge in superfluous talk or promise lavish rewards, for there was no need for it.
All the people standing here were the earliest batch of warriors. Even as ordinary people, they had gained everything they wanted through their battles.
Food, housing, and a stable ho.
Everyone understood that their current lives were all due to Chen Feng.
And now, the opportunity to gain greater power ant that in future battles, they could achieve more military exploits like those professionals and ascend to higher ranks.
Chen Feng did not disdain ambitious individuals.
In fact, in this wasteland, n without vigor and ambition were like chickens and ducks, re prey awaiting slaughter.
Thus, Chen Feng occasionally allowed his subordinates to fight among themselves; this he had learned from Ross. Of course, the premise was they must not violate the rules of order or cause fatalities.
In this environnt, every spirited warrior had a common goal, and that was to beco stronger!
Chen Feng stood before the crowd and, with a sharp gaze, glanced at everyone present before speaking in a deep voice, "Beco a dragon or a worm, let this battle decide!"
Consuming the pill in an attempt to unleash human potential, causing bodily changes fraught with danger, akin to engaging in battle.
In this world, what endeavor is without risk?
Even in business, there are gains and losses, let alone devouring a pill imbued with Dragon Blood?
Chen Feng had already explained this during recruitnt, and everyone was prepared, showing no fear but instead a hint of madness.
Only warriors who had been to the battlefield, seen corpses, and slaughtered life could display such an expression.
"Bring up the dragon’s head for !" commanded Chen Feng once more.
The grueso head of a Black Dragon was brought forth.
For any force wanting to invoke a warrior’s ferocity, trophies often play a crucial role.
Like the ancient spectacle mound, where for displaying martial prowess, the enemy’s corpses were gathered and covered with earth to form a high mound.
Prisoners were all killed and piled on the roadsides, covered with earth to form mounds, displaying military might and intimidating the enemy. Now, a dragon’s head presented before the crowd not only bolstered the warriors’ confidence but also instilled fear in their adversaries.
The crowd grasped the pills in their hands, and upon seeing the once terrifying foe’s head at their feet, they were filled with courage. So no longer hesitated and swallowed the Dragon Blood potion into their abdons.
Silence ensued.
Chen Feng watched the transformation carefully.
A minute passed, and the people started changing; their once normal faces beca flushed, and after several seconds, they turned fiery red, like scorching coal.
The crowd let out so wails, seemingly enduring so pain. The startling scene slowly unfolded, showing warriors with exposed skin developing a layer of keratin.
Black.
Like a hard shell.
Started from the chest, then spread outward; the pain made the warriors groan, their bodies drenched in sweat, while black scales continued to erge all over, each scale resembling those of the Black Dragon but smaller.
Chen Feng watched intently.
The warriors gritted teeth, uttering deep sounds to slightly vent their excruciating pain, as their bodies bit by bit transford—a dual tornt of body and soul.
The pills actually carried so Black Dragon genes. By ingesting them, the human body underwent mutation; after a while, a short, blood-streaked, black-scaled tail slowly protruded from the base of their spine—short, like a small dagger.
The mutation had lasted a while; Chen Feng slightly furrowed his brow. If not mistaken, they were close to the final step of transformation.
"Ah..."
After their skin hardened for so ti, the subjects experienced a body-wide tremor, with ten fingers and toes enduring bone-deep pain, showing fingertips sharpening as mini dragon claws, and blood subsequently flowed onto the ground.
In just a few minutes, they had already changed appearance, both in form and aura, now vastly different from ordinary humans.
These people had evidently obtained the strength they desired, becoming warriors comparable to professionals...
Dragon Blood Warriors!
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