Malice from the World

And at this moment.

Chen Feng, who was still working hard to wield his pen in the mysterious town, discovered with some regret that no matter how he waved it, no power increased at all anymore.

Has this gadget run out of energy?

Chen Feng withdrew his hand with great regret.

He shook it again, making sure that the pen could no longer absorb energy, and only then did he put it away.

It doesn't seem all that awesome after all.

Chen Feng muttered.

Ling: "..."

The two of them obviously did not know what was happening, and those powerhouses awakened by the echoing sound certainly would not suspect that Chen Feng was behind all of this!

"You should be considered a powerhouse among the awakened ones by now."

Ling smiled.

"Indeed."

Chen Feng felt the surging power within his body.

He believed that even if he were to go head-to-head with Du Ma this time, he would not be afraid at all. The power he had intermittently acquired from the pen just now was truly far too astonishing!

Even—

Even the power within his body was mutating in a certain direction.

"It's already enough."

Chen Feng put away the pen with great satisfaction.

This thing was too mysterious. Since it couldn't absorb energy, he would put it away for now. Anyway, the power he had just gained was already enough for him to digest for a very long time.

"It's time to go to the next area."

A smile appeared at the corners of Chen Feng's mouth.

Swish!

He waved his big hand.

The residual ancient aura around him completely disappeared, and a fragment suddenly fell to the ground.

Oh?

Chen Feng lowered his head and picked up that fragment.

If he guessed correctly, was this thing, this green