Rise from the Holy R

Over these days, he had already gotten used to this kind of situation. Being forcibly injected with various "gene medicine," if it wasn't for the sake of quickly achieving his goal, he wouldn't resort to such a desperate measure.,Moments later, he sighed helplessly, gently raised his arm, and looked at the faint, gray mark resembling a furnace in the palm of his hand, muttering to himself.,"No, I have to find a way. I need to scrape some more Spiritual Essence Gene Liquid from the divine beings and help Big Furnace Brother recover as soon as possible. Otherwise, our situation will be dire."。