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My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating. Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture. Drink down the pain, reap a new life. In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks. Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood. (This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

White Barge Clear River · Oriental
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455 Chs

Chapter 92: Shadow Demon Magic

Rexasor and the two False Blood Mages were covered in wounds, blood pouring freely from them.

Every time the Genesis Management spell stopped a flow of blood and fresh flesh appeared in the wounds, the Shadow Blade Storm would leave new wounds elsewhere on their bodies. This cycle of ceaseless cutting, damage, repair, and then cutting, damage, and repair again was like torture from a thousand blades.

Not a single cry of pain came from the trio of Rexasor.

Before the fight, they had cast Psychic Seals on themselves, eliminating all fear and sense of pain, so they would not flinch or show weakness even if their hearts were pierced.

This optimal combat state had bestowed upon them the ability to seize opportunities in the battle.

Just as the trio of Rexasor reached the stone house, they stopped retreating and struggling against the Blade Storm. Instead, they launched a counterattack, backed against the wall of the stone house.