The process continued for quite a while as an endless stream of ancient Wind God power poured into Zhao Fu's body. At last, the beam of light gradually weakened.
Boom!
A tremendous roar erupted as a cyan gale burst from Zhao Fu's body and tore savagely in every direction. His skin, hair, and eyes all carried a faint cyan tint, while cyan light radiated from his entire body. He looked like a true ancient Wind God.
Zhao Fu delightedly sensed the ancient Wind God's power. This power was truly formidable—without question, one of the most supreme wind-element powers.
Zhao Fu could now unleash all manner of wind-element attacks and defenses, as though he had grasped the origin of wind itself. Within the domain of wind, he was the sovereign.
Moreover, after merging with this powerful ancient Wind God power, the Power of Myriad Gods had abruptly risen several ranks, equivalent to merging the divine power of several thousand ordinary gods.
However, this had also caused the Power of Myriad Gods to lean somewhat toward the wind element, as it now occupied too great a proportion. Although the quality of power was important, quantity mattered as well.
After the statue fired the beam of light, its body slowly disappeared. A sphere radiating intense cyan light within the secret realm directly transformed into a cyan streak of light and shot into the sky with immense wind force.
Bang!
A huge sound rang out as the cyan sphere exploded. A cyan shockwave spread outward with unstoppable force, whipping up a fierce storm.
Of the enormous twenty-four-circle magic formation in the sky, one circle began to shine cyan, as though it had been filled entirely with cyan light.
Countless people saw this scene and froze. The reason for such a sight was that a