Moreover, those tiny fruits kept growing. Before long, they were the size of eggs, and their color gradually turned pale gold.
Streams of hazy green light converged around Yi Chen from every direction, and the mung-bean-sized crystal abruptly unleashed a tremendous suction.
That suction was powerful enough to swallow a mountain, enough to tear Yi Chen to pieces. Yet the instant it enveloped his body, it inexplicably merged into his skin and swiftly vanished.
A pale green halo flickered over Yi Chen and disappeared. Every injury on his body healed completely.
"Is this a sign of becoming a god?!" Yi Chen groaned in a low voice. "Fine, in that case..."
A furious shout rang out. Twelve figures took their places in twelve different directions and extended their palms at once. Twelve powerful streams of battle energy roared into Yi Chen's Dantian. Before he could understand what was happening, bolts of extraordinarily thick lightning, charged with a terrifying aura of slaughter, descended from the sky like halberds aimed straight at his head.
Yi Chen roared in fury and straightened, standing rooted to the spot like a javelin. He let those Soul Skills slam viciously into his body without uttering a sound or even furrowing his brows. His body merely trembled slightly.
Then, within Yi Chen's Dantian, three pale silver runes began to pulse slowly, as though provoked, and gradually floated up above his mind.
Two of the three runes emitted dazzling white flames of light, while the last was shrouded in hazy gray-white mist, as though a black hole lurked beneath it.
A soft humming tremor sounded. The black Soul Skills attacking Yi Chen surged madly into the gray-white mist as though they had encountered the most delicious food, then were swallowed whole.
Yi Chen swayed slightly. An immense aura of