Desolate Serpent God

He was incredibly strong.

His stats alone were enough to show how powerful Zhang Ping had become.

But Zhang Ping was far stronger than his stats suggested. Every one of his base physical attributes had increased more than tenfold. Before, he could fight for hours without tiring; now, he could fight for days and nights without needing rest.

His control over every superpower had improved, too. For instance, through the Blood Splitting he left inside other people, he could now influence their thoughts.

Zhang Ping certainly would not do that, but he had the ability.

As for his other abilities,

every one of them had grown stronger to some degree.

Nightwalker, for example, was no longer limited to nighttime. Even outside combat, standing in a shadow let him draw on its effects slightly, causing others to overlook him without realizing it.

Of course, the effect was faint, nowhere near as powerful as it was at night.

Zhang Ping was about to share his stats with the others.

Suddenly,

his Sixth Sense sounded an alarm.

He looked to his right, and his eyes widened.

A mountain was flying!

No.

The mountain had been knocked into the air.

Boom!

The next instant, a terrifying shock wave swept outward. Countless people screamed as it hurled them away.

The shock wave struck the Floating Mini-Fortress, sending it tumbling wildly through the air. Just as it was about to crash, Zhang Ping steadied it with Psychokinesis.

Only a second later did the sound spread through the area.

It was as though the end of the world had come. Cries, screams, and shrieks of pain rose one after another.

Heaven and earth seemed to overturn. Amid the billowing dust, an unimaginably huge, earth-yellow serpent gradually emerged. Its colossal body blotted out the sky and dwarfed even