On the eaves of a tall building.
Jiang Ning quietly observed the activity at the county yamen.
When he saw Li Hong reveal a form with six arms and four legs, his gaze tightened slightly.
It instantly reminded him of the Wind Divine Envoy on the deserted island in Luo Water Lake before the New Year.
That Wind Divine Envoy had displayed a transformation utterly different from those of other God-Worship Cult martial artists.
Six arms, four legs.
It bore an eighty-percent resemblance to the statue of the God of Flesh.
"Looks like that piece of vibrant flesh was responsible for this! It bestowed this form upon Li Hong."
"Then Li Hong's status in the God-Worship Cult truly is very high. Even if he is not the vice cult leader Hong Minghu spoke of, his standing is at least comparable to that of the Wind Divine Envoy."
At that thought, Jiang Ning could not help smiling.
He murmured inwardly, That makes sense. He is the dignified seventh-rank county magistrate. Without such treatment, why would he join the God-Worship Cult?
On the other side.
Li Changkong, Ye Qiu, and the others also saw what was happening at the county yamen.
Li Hong's ten-foot-tall body already rose above the yamen walls, making him exceptionally conspicuous.
At this moment, the muscles all over Li Hong's body were as solid as black iron blocks.
The veins and blood vessels clinging to his muscles twisted like tree roots, or like dark earth dragons crawling across his body.
Each of his arms was so thick it scarcely seemed human, each as large as a water bucket.
His waist was as broad as a water bucket as well.
The clothes on his body had mostly been burst apart by his swollen frame, leaving only a few strips