This level of monstrosity—whoever mocked him got slapped in the face.
Quite a few people were a little afraid!
But even more of them simply could not understand.
They kept telling themselves that Li Tianming was not a slave race.
Such thoughts were widespread within Yanyue Ruins as well.
"He was less than two meters before, and now he is twenty meters tall. What realm is that? The Second Derivative Realm? A Second Derivative Realm rivaling an Eonic God? What kind of joke is this?"
The entire city was in heated discussion.
The entire city was baffled!
Before a magnificent palace.
Yanyue Shuang, with golden hair and a childlike face, watched the pink glow beneath the star-and-moon canopy. Her eyes trembled slightly as she slowly fell to her knees.
"You still couldn't become part of his power," White Night said in her mind.
"We are of different races. He is the enemy. It is hard for me to betray..." Yanyue Shuang wept bitterly, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain.
"Then there's nothing to be done. We need fighting power, and you know far too much. More importantly, you've been discovered. So sorry, but we don't want this hostage anymore!" White Night said.
"Please, give me another chance..." Yanyue Shuang and the Dream-Entering Evil Spirit cried together.
"This isn't children playing house. This is an Upper Star Ruins clan war against the Heavenly Dao and the Eightfold Gods! If we give you a chance, who gives us one? Who gives the descendants of Yanhuang a chance? Sorry, but you aren't worth wasting two of my infant souls on!"
White Night was a ruthless one. Once it got serious about this sort of thing, even toward this newly initiated evil spirit, it had not a shred of