After taking a heavy blow, the Wood Tribe naturally let him go, but Henry Brooks howled and lunged at him, his fists pounding down relentlessly, smashing the Wood Tribe warrior deep into the swamp.

At this moment, he even threw himself onto the body, his fists crazily pounding down, turning the chest into a bloody pulp, yet he still didn’t stop!

Huff! Huff! Huff!

He collapsed on top of the Wood Tribe corpse, gasping for breath, feeling the sharp pain radiating from both shoulders.

This was his first time fighting with a foreign race!

The aura of death terrified him!

It was frightening—he had never realized death was so close to him.

The Wood Tribe’s corpse had already been beaten into the swamp, rot and blood splattering all over him, yet at this moment, he didn’t want to move an inch!

At this time, Stone Spear flashed with a faint purple light and flew to his side. Henry Brooks couldn’t help but roll his eyes—Stone Spear was definitely doing this on purpose.

“A true descendant of the ancient tribes could already brawl with some pure-blooded foreign brats at your age, but now you’re struggling so much just to kill a single Wood Tribe member!”

But at this moment, Henry Brooks ignored Stone Spear. Ever since Stone Spear awakened, he hadn’t heard a single kind word from it.

“Hurry and leave this place. There are still Wood Tribe members in this swamp, and some other interesting things!”

The next moment, Henry Brooks directly grabbed the Wood Tribe corpse and sprinted madly into the distance. The foreign race deserved to die, true, but he wasn’t stupid enough to walk right into their hands and get refined!

He ran for more than ten miles before blasting open a cave in an ancient mountain, sealing it tightly, and finally letting out a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that the purple sable from earlier seemed to have disappeared.

But he couldn’t be bothered with the sable. The most important thing was the Wood Tribe corpse before him—this was the first foreign race he had ever hunted!

What’s more, Stone Spear had said earlier that the Wood Tribe was a race formed after the spiritual essence of ancient trees gained sentience. Although they had developed flesh and blood, the wood-attribute blood energy still existed within them.

After adjusting his breath for a moment, Henry Brooks took a deep breath and began to circulate the Condensing True Art. It was as if a black hole appeared on his body, starting to devour the blood and bone essence contained in the Wood Tribe.

Strands of crimson blood energy floated out from the Wood Tribe’s body and entered his own. The Condensing True Art was a technique for tempering the flesh, and after being improved by Stone Spear, it had become even more profound and mysterious. The violent blood energy was directly drawn from the Wood Tribe corpse and poured into his body!

Just as Stone Spear had said, the Wood Tribe’s blood energy was extremely pure and, compared to that of fierce beasts, much gentler. Even with his wild absorption, it didn’t cause much turbulence within his body.

Not only that, as the blood energy nourished his whole body, his shoulders—previously pierced by the Wood Tribe—had already begun to heal. He couldn’t help but marvel at the greatness of the world; every living being had its own unique fortune.

Feeling the strength constantly growing within him, he soon reached a force of six thousand jin. After his skin began to wrinkle, he also gained some insight into the extreme realm of body forging.

Compared to ordinary martial artists’ body forging, every step he took required several times, even ten times, more blood and bone essence. However, each of his steps was equivalent to three steps of others in body forging.

Tempering the flesh meant continuously absorbing blood energy essence to refine oneself. The more blood energy accumulated within, the stronger the natural strength. In fact, he owed it to the slaughter bone mark within him, as it constantly stimulated his flesh, allowing him to absorb even more blood energy essence.

Body forging naturally had its limits. To absorb more blood energy and increase strength, one had to temper oneself until reaching the utmost.

His skin manifested like wrinkled tree bark, shimmering with a faint glow. If he hadn’t reached the stage where his skin wrinkled, the Wood Tribe’s earlier piercing of his blood and bones would have been far more than just a minor wound.

Soon, the Wood Tribe’s blood and bones were completely drained, and the blood glow on Henry Brooks’s body also subsided. There was even a flash of blood light in his eyes.

He clenched his fists, feeling the strength within him had grown to six thousand jin. Unfortunately, there was only one Wood Tribe corpse. If there were more, his strength could increase even further.

At this moment, Henry Brooks didn’t move. Instead, he recalled that when he was howling and pounding the Wood Tribe earlier, something seemed to be affecting him, plunging him into a blood-colored trance.

“That was the effect of the slaughter bone mark merging with your body. Slaughter must be sublimated in battle, transformed in the space between life and death!”

Upon hearing this, Henry Brooks stretched out a hand. In his palm, a blurry crescent outline emerged, buzzing, bringing him a sense of killing intent. The bone mark, now fully fused with his body, no longer had the phantom of the Qiongqi. Instead, it was replaced by a primal slaughter pattern.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that the crescent emerging from his palm was a bit clearer than before.

After a long while, he suddenly remembered something.

“Senior Stone Spear, you said there are still Wood Tribe members in that swamp. How many are there?”

His eyes shone brightly. Thinking of the Wood Tribe member he had hunted earlier and the gentle blood energy essence, he truly savored it. Besides, on this land of Qingyang, if he could absorb more of the Wood Tribe’s blood energy, perhaps he could reach the second stage of body forging—flesh radiance.