The words of allegiance were still echoing.
Chen Feng was undergoing intense transformation, with countless forces of faith pouring into his body, spreading through his blood and limbs.
Weak energy.
This energy was like spring rain, fine and like cow's hair, entering his body, slowly condensing together, settling in the deepest parts of Chen Feng's body.
The Power of Faith was attempting to transform Chen Feng's body, the density of his bones, the toughness of his skin, even the healing of wounds, as if possessing effects akin to miracles, leaving people astonished.
At this moment.
Chen Feng experienced an unprecedented feeling, like a Divine Spirit wielding a myriad of lives, a mere thought could easily extinguish others' lives.
Divine Spirit.
This was a power only a Divine Spirit could wield.
Chen Feng's expression grew solemn, his mind racing, seemingly pondering over something.
