He was quite satisfied with the changes to his physical body. It seemed somewhat leaner than before.
Yet the sensation of strength now filled every part of his body, down to every corner.
The contours of his body had also become increasingly perfect. That flawless physique even left him deeply fascinated.
Although he looked somewhat thinner than before, he also seemed to have grown a little taller.
His body had become a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, and he was exceedingly satisfied with its sculpted form. After all, who would not like such a perfect physical body?
Especially the endless power brewing within him left the Human Clan Leader immensely satisfied.
He now felt that any casual movement of his could shatter space.
He experimentally clenched his fist and, sure enough, felt an incomparably powerful force surge into it.
That force seemed capable of ascending at any moment.
Once he unleashed it, it would surely be able to blast through the void.
He tentatively swung his fist. Sure enough, ripples appeared in the air, as though it might crack apart at any moment. This was undoubtedly a matter of immense joy to him.
He could not help but nod happily.
His physical body had now completely reached the level of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Aside from the powerful experts of the Sorcerer Race, few other experts in the Primordial World could raise their physical bodies to such a terrifying level. Throughout the entire Human Race, none could compare to him.
Seeing this, he could not help but chuckle.
He had finally turned his weakness into an advantage.
His combat strength had now also undergone a tremendous leap.
What would happen if he faced the leaders of the Witch and Demon Clans?
At that thought, he could not help but feel anticipation.