How could this be?
Baron Max could hardly believe what he was seeing. If a mortal's body could release such powerful energy, it should have exploded by now.
But Yan Xing… why was there no change in him at all?
This… this didn't match the records passed down by the Witches' Aid Society.
As Baron Max released energy, his body underwent constant transformation. His forehead bulged, and his horns grew longer and thicker.
His clothes didn't catch fire but were instead ripped apart by his expanding body. A pair of demon wings tore through the tattered cloth, growing larger.
Yet Yan Xing still looked the same.
An inexplicable anger surged in Max's heart.
A mortal body possessing the power of gods was blasphemy against the divine.
