At first, it was only at the level of a three-star Upper Exalt.
Then it surged to four stars, five stars, six stars… rising step by step, unstoppable, until it reached the threshold of a Lord rank expert.
And even then, it did not stop. With every passing breath, it continued to swell, as if it intended to surpass that boundary altogether.
In the sky, vast and unknown energies converged like a raging vortex, pouring endlessly toward that young warrior. Ryan stood at the center of it all, his figure small, yet carrying a presence that seemed to eclipse the heavens themselves.
Du Penghui's heart trembled.
What… is this?
What is that young warrior doing?
What kind of martial art requires such terrifying power?
Even as a Lord rank expert, Du Penghui felt genuine fear rising in his chest.
Fear of death.
A voice inside him screamed incessantly: stop him. You must stop him now. If you allow that young warrior to complete whatever he is preparing, you will die.
