As Xingxiao was considering in his mind, his spellcasting did not falter at all.
He then saw that as the hand seals in his hands changed, the flesh on his back suddenly surged.
"Heavenly Gang Great Saint God, Heavenly Evil Great Dharma King, the genuine protect my body, allow passage through the three realms..."
Star-shaped chunks of flesh burst out from his back, eventually breaking through the skin like meat tumors, trailing tendrils fluttering behind Xingxiao.
Ever since Xingxiao had practiced both martial and magical arts, his physical strength had soared linearly, the greatest benefit of which was a qualitative improvement in his ability to handle the burden of his own magical techniques.
At this moment, exactly twenty-eight tumors had grown from his body, floating at the position behind his back.
Each tumor continuously emitted bursts of starlight, like a piece of star-filled sky reflected on his back.
