Zhou Leng looked around.
Due to practicing the "Establishing Image Chapter," the constant stomping had shattered the ground inch by inch like a spider web.
The ground directly beneath had been crushed into fine powder.
The walls and ceiling were full of cracks.
Zhou Leng put on new pants, took the Magic Spirit Bag, and headed outside.
Outside, everyone was standing there.
"Brother Zhou Leng, are you alright?" Liang Baiyin ran over to ask.
"I'm fine," Zhou Leng replied.
"Why did you become smaller?" Molten Hammer asked.
"But your aura seems even stronger," Mountain River Oak said.
"Your body..."
Zhang Xinglie strode over and pinched Zhou Leng's upper arm bicep.
"Actually..."
Molten Hammer also came over, roughly squeezing Zhou Leng's muscles, then touched his own.
"Harder than mine, much, much harder..."
Mountain and River Origin stared at the entirely new Zhou Leng, his expression serious.
