One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

It's clear to see the river water beneath our feet rolling back, and the distant mountains rising from the ground one after another.

As if swallowed by a gigantic vortex, they're now converging together.

Surging toward Kulika in the distance.

"Truly obstinate." Kulika sighs softly, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, the pupils have completely vanished, replaced by a terrifying golden light of immense power. His tone is no longer as gentle as before, it has become authoritative, like a judge on a high podium passing judgment over all beings.

"Once the Federation traversed the Star Sea, relying on what you see is the strength we demonstrated? A frog its entire life, living at the bottom of a well, believes the sky is only as big as the well's lid. Little does it know how vast the world is, how immense the universe, pitiable, hateful, and tragic. Very well, let you witness now the true strength of us Descenders!"

Whoosh!

The scriptures in his hands are turning, and from behind the void, comes the sound of grand chanting.

Kulika holds an ancient book in his left hand, and with his right hand's fingers spread wide, he gently blocks forward, and with a sound like a booming bell, behind him suddenly blooms a brilliance that stretches for miles.

A multitude of golden lines, like the tail feathers of a peacock, shoot out from behind him, constantly refracting in the void, tracing graceful arcs. Broad wings, a massive body, an ancient and majestic visage, and eyes as deep as those who shape stars, a huge dragon-shaped figure akin to a mountain suddenly emerges behind Kulika, gradually solidifying, its breath stirring hot gusts sweeping across the land.

Boom!

Su Heng's fierce punch collides with the Golden Dragon.

A series of disc-shaped shockwaves visible to the naked eye erupt between them, instantly enveloping an area of ten thousand meters.

It's clear to see, the mountains hanging in the sky, yet to fall, are already shattered into pieces, then turned into fine dust, forming a sandstorm of astonishing power in the fierce winds. The ground is also being compressed layer by layer; within the thunderous roars, the earth's crust breaks under immense pressure, blooming like petals.

And the remaining ruins of Lishui Ancient City are wiped clean, whether it be the towering city walls or the houses and earthen buildings within, all vanished without a trace, leaving only flat ground after the sandstorm.

"Star-casting Golden Dragon!"

Ban Poluo is also teleported over by Li Hongxiu, and at this moment, as if seeing something unbelievable, he screams out loud.

His pupils are trembling uncontrollably, and he urgently and shortly begins, "It is said that during the creation process of the Second Generation Descenders, not only was Genetic Original Liquid used, but also another forbidden technology.

Those mad Biological Alchemists, they used the Genetic Original Liquid to create the most perfect flesh, then captured yet-to-be-born Young Gods from the realm of immortality and shoved them into human shells, finally growing into such monsters. Once they release their own essence, they can transform into gods walking in the material world, possessing power unimaginable to ordinary people!"

"Is that so!?"

Seeing his own regular strike actually blocked,

Such occurrences are rare. First, Su Heng's pupils slightly contract, then after hearing Jialuo's explanation, he couldn't help laughing excitedly.

"This couldn't be better!"

Su Heng's mouth curls into a smile, his black hair disheveled, his face full of wild and wanton expressions, "Even if the real gods stood before me, I could devour them alive, let alone two pseudo-gods stuffed into human skins. Or rather, such prey is even more valuable, hahaha!"

"Prey, who do you think you are, in this dark Star Sea, the wars we've encountered, the despair we've witnessed, even far exceed your imagination!"

Elsewhere, Jialuo has also unleashed his origin power. His body grotesquely transforms, over a hundred meters tall, with night-like broad dark wings on his back; his head resembles a bloodthirsty bat, his mouth full of sharp fangs, eyes blood-red, his entire body shrouded in astonishing evil presence.

Swoosh!

He beckons with his hand and a large black Trident appears in his grasp.

Without waiting for Su Heng to react, from above he descends with a Blood River-like endless glow, cleaving directly at Su Heng's head.

"I don't need to experience those despairs because I am the ultimate terror of this world." Su Heng grins viciously, his voice low and suppressed, casually punching and sending Jialuo flying. His chest wide open, completely exposing his vulnerability, but Su Heng doesn't opt to pursue the victory. A sharp ear-piercing sonic boom explodes from behind his head, besides the two Descenders in front of him, someone else has come to ambush.

And it's an old acquaintance of Su Heng!

Bang!

Su Heng swings back a punch and clears the air.

Following the sound of a crisp snap, a curved arc of black light passes overhead.

Several distant mountains are neatly split in half from top to bottom, and after a long while, that black light finally flies back.

A woman in a leather outfit and mask, with a tall and slim figure that's explosive, appears under the cold full moon, her cold and resentful gaze fixated on Su Heng. Her ears are sharp, somewhat similar to the elves from Western fantasy worlds, with a blood-red rhombus mark on her forehead, her presence merging with the surrounding darkness, clearly a very powerful Demon Descendant.

"It seems that this time I've been sequestered too long, so much so that some in the world have forgotten my might, any demon or monster daring to jump in front of me."