CRACK! CRACK!!
A series of bone-shattering cracks echoed from Zhou Yuanjue's contorted right side. The silvery starfire on his skin blazed fiercely over that half of his body, rapidly mending his bones. His twisted frame was gradually being set straight, like a broken puppet being forced back into shape. It was an incredibly bizarre sight.
"You're… all right?!"
Seeing the bizarre scene unfolding on Zhou Yuanjue, Zhao Beidou's jaw dropped. He quickly forced his expression back to neutral, trying not to look so unsophisticated.
"I'm fine. My body will be repaired soon enough. The magnetic field is a bit more troublesome, but I had a contingency plan."
With a calm expression, Zhou Yuanjue nodded. He once again manipulated the chaotic magnetic field radiating from his body.
Red light gathered above his head, gradually forming a blazing fireball. Within the fireball, some kind of life seemed to be stirring restlessly, ready to break out of its shell at any moment.
