530 A Middle Stage Warrior

The black blood continued to pour out of Raze's body, creating a pool underneath him. If a regular person had this much blood under them, one would think they would have bled out by now, but Raze was still on the ground, allowing everything to flow out of him.

The others could only stare at what was happening as it took place. They continued to watch in silence until he finally stood up from the ground. His footsteps only rippled slightly in his own blood since part of it had dried up.

That was how long he had been going through the process, but when he stood up, Raze felt a great strength in his stomach that flowed through his entire body. All of his senses were heightened, including the smell in the room.

Clenching his fist, just like all of the other times before, he could put even more strength into it, something that he wasn't even sure was possible.