As Lieutenant Ming's aura surged wildly, the soaring spiritual radiance around him began expanding outward. His entire body swelled and rose, growing until he stood around five zhang tall before finally stopping.
At the same time, the spiritual light twisted and gathered against the surface of his body, making him look almost like a giant formed from streams of crimson light.
Although Divine Robes and Profound Armor could turn a person into something godlike, that process took time.
Someone who had only just donned Profound Armor could not bring much of its power into play.
Like a child who could not wield a massive hammer, one had to undergo long years of growth and tempering before gradually learning how to use such power.
Throughout this process, the Profound Armor not only granted its wearer strength, but also provided protection.
Yet after several rounds of tempering and improvement, Lieutenant Ming had mastered a method: releasing in advance a portion of the power he could not yet control.
This was not without cost. Such a method would inevitably damage part of his body.
But as long as he defeated the enemy, he could slowly recuperate after returning. With the aid of the Divine Robe and Profound Armor, his recovery was swift as well.
The instant the crimson-flame giant appeared in the field, he hurled a punch at Patriarch Yuan Tong in the sky!
An even more ferocious force than before surged forth. The wilderness gave a thunderous, muffled roar, and the earth beneath his feet shook violently.
Patriarch Yuan Tong showed little surprise at this development. When cultivators refined magical artifacts, even ordinary people could unleash tremendous might by wielding them.
In the end, this man's strength had been bestowed by a magical artifact. No matter how powerful it was, there was