"Ah!"
Zhang Zhilong suddenly let out an unusually shrill scream.
His body began to rapidly shrink.
The youthful appearance vanished, replaced by a hunched figure.
His hair turned white strand by strand.
The light in his eyes quickly extinguished.
"Ah! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! Master, you..."
Crash—
Before his words were completely spoken, his entire being quickly weathered, then dissipated, completely vanishing from this world.
"Hehehe...
My dear disciple, the blood and energy in you are indeed different from others, it wasn't a waste for me to spend so many resources on you."
Master Yanhuo smiled wickedly.
The white hair on his head had mostly turned black.
His entire appearance transformed into that of a robust middle-aged man, no longer the elder he once was.
"This is the feeling of restoring one's lifespan? It's truly wonderful!"
