After the energy was completely purified, these green patterns also dissipated.
Then, the energy spread throughout Angel’s limbs and body, warmly nourishing every part of him, especially his hands and viscera, imparting a sense of reinvigoration and a tingling sensation.
However, this comfortable feeling didn’t last long.
Just as Angel felt soaked in a warm “water,” his right eye suddenly experienced unbearable intense pain.
The pain was so severe that Angel could no longer discern where the “pain” was coming from; he only felt a rich green light radiating from his right eye.
He didn’t know how long the pain lasted; to Angel, it seemed like an eternity in his perception of time.
Just when the pain was gradually subsiding and Angel thought it was all about to end, an even more intense light fell upon his right eye.
The light didn’t bring pain, but it did bring a drop of blood.
Though “drop” might not be the most accurate measurement, as it was more like an extension of blood; yet to Angel, it felt as if a drop of blood had merged into him.
And this drop of blood felt all too familiar to Angel.
It was unmistakably “Shava,” or rather the Projected Bloodline that resembled Shava!
As the thought of Projected Bloodline surfaced in Angel’s mind, he immediately felt intense pain engulfing his entire body. He understood this was the inevitable journey of bloodline fusion, something he had experienced in pain before. But this time, the pain reached a whole new level.
It was almost as if every part of his body was convulsing.
Moreover, this time the Projected Bloodline came not long after the previous fusion with the “right forearm,” and his body had just barely managed to assimilate the changes from the right forearm before a new Projected Bloodline arrived!
That entity was seizing every opportunity to “get some air”!
Angel clenched his teeth, having no choice but to swallow the bitter pill, as he was the one who had let that entity out in the first place.
The intense pain continued for a long time without stopping, and because it wasn’t long since the last bloodline fusion, the consumption of his physical foundation was even faster this time.
Angel estimated that if he could reach the level of an Official Wizard, perhaps he could accept the new bloodline calmly. But as it was, he was still some distance away from becoming an Official Wizard.
Therefore, even though less than one-tenth of the blood had fused, Angel felt his flesh body could no longer hold up.
Perhaps, in the next second, his flesh body would completely collapse.
If Angel could make a face right now, it would certainly be full of bitter helplessness.
It seemed that this time he really couldn’t escape his fate. Amidst the excruciating pain, this thought flashed through Angel’s mind. Yet, what comforted him was that he had some vague memories; he knew that the Lord of the Flameless no longer posed a threat to him, at least when he had desperately tried to “flip the table,” he did indeed succeed in the end.
Although the final outcome was still death, it was better than being killed by the Demon God and having no chance for even his soul to escape.
Moreover, dying due to bloodline fusion in the Wizards’ Realm was almost a common occurrence. His way of dying, it seemed, wasn’t too bad.
As Angel thought this, a mild energy suddenly began to repair his near-collapsed flesh body.
He was startled for a moment; this energy repairing his body was precisely that incredibly vast energy that had poured into him before!
The healing of his hands and viscera had not consumed much energy. The remaining energy that had been calmly residing within him was now activated by the imminent collapse of his body… or rather, because the collapse had begun, prompting this energy to restart and begin self-repair on the collapsing flesh.