Just as Qiang Liang was about to be injured by the silver whip, lightning suddenly howled out from his body, and his form swelled up, growing hundreds of meters tall in the blink of an eye. The silver whip pierced through his body but only went through his abdomen, avoiding any vital points.
"Scram—"
Qiang Liang's face twisted into a ferocious snarl, like a beast from Primordial Chaos roaring in anger. The sound echoed throughout the entire Liuhe great world, striking fear into the hearts of countless creatures.
The roar of the ancestral witch possessed a powerful soul-quieting and spirit-attracting force that chilled the blood of anyone who heard it.
Even Xu Zixian couldn't help but shudder inwardly as he stared. Qiang Liang had grown to a towering height, resembling Holy Mount Buzhou, his shoulders and above merging into the thunderclouds, his stature touching the sky.