The man stood nearly three meters tall, towering there like a small mountain and exuding a powerful oppressive aura.
Long black hair hung loosely over his shoulders.
The muscles all over his body bulged high, each one firm as hard rock. Blue veins crawled across them like winding little snakes, knotted and intertwined.
As for the clothes he had originally worn, they were now utterly tattered, hanging from him in scattered strips like ruined rags. As he walked, the strips swayed gently in the wind, rustling softly.
On his exposed right chest was a black-and-gold snake-shaped tattoo. Its lines were exquisite, as though carefully traced and woven from the finest dark golden threads.
Every scale of the snake had been carved with meticulous detail, lifelike as though it were alive, winding and coiling across his solid chest.
It looked as if it might leap from his skin at any moment, carrying a cold and dangerous aura that made one's heart quail after just one glance.
Boom!
He stepped forward, and when his foot landed, the entire building seemed to tremble faintly.
As though unable to bear his immense strength, it let out a dull rumble that echoed through the silent space.
From within the spreading dust.
The figure's eyes were like deep, frigid pools.
This man was Hu Qi, who had shed the outer disguise of Twisted Light and returned to his true form.
"You... not bad!"
At that moment.
A voice suddenly rang out from one side, breaking the brief silence.
Li Chenguang, whom Hu Qi had just sent flying with a slap, had somehow reappeared inside this unfinished building.
However, compared with before, he looked exceptionally miserable. His previously neat clothes were already torn to shreds, covered in dust and damage, making him look rather comical.
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