Peak Competition (1)
Editor: Atlas Studios
When the sacrificial power was completely absorbed, Feng Qi was more than 150 feet tall.
Standing there like a demon statue, the dark green flames that spewed out between his breaths were like hellfire. The black fog surrounding him made him look even more evil.
The terrifying bloodline pressure made Little Cripple and the other domain creatures below tremble.
The thin golden figure holding the scepter was no longer as calm as before.
It looked up at Feng Qi's towering figure with fear in its eyes.
Because it sensed a trace of divinity from Feng Qi.
Even though it was merely a vestige, the insurmountable abyss separated gods from mortals.
Facing the invasion of the crazy and evil aura, its smugness disappeared.
The suffocating grip of mortality pressed down, rendering it unable to draw breath.
At this moment, Feng Qi's enhancement finally ended.