Stella Lucas's fragile frame went flying through the air.
Blood poured from her mouth like a fountain as she tried to speak.
Cleo snorted with contempt and marched toward the room.
Inside the room.
I sat cross-legged on the bed.
My dantian pulsed with light, and wild energy rushed through every inch of my body.
My flesh was strengthening rapidly, and my bones and blood felt like they were being rebuilt over and over.
Seeing this scene, Cleo couldn't help but sneer, "A critical breakthrough moment... good thing we didn't show up late."
"This kid looks like he's about to reach the Consummate Inner Strength Grandmaster Realm." The young man beside Cleo spoke grimly.
Cleo gave a slight nod and said coldly, "Don't waste time, finish him off fast before something goes wrong."
As he spoke, Cleo's hand glowed with light, and a terrifying energy quickly formed in his palm.
"You little punk, die!"
