Si Chen lowered his head and looked at his enormous hand, burning with white flames.
Then he looked at the "tiny" giant in black armor beneath his feet.
This size was about right. There was no need to get any bigger.
This size-changing divine ability was quite interesting.
It counted as the only thing he had seen today worth a glance.
Si Chen assessed it inwardly.
That obediently hardworking wisp of "Working Thunder" inside him deserved much of the credit for his ability to reach this point.
It tempered and strengthened this body every moment, having long since surpassed the limits of the original cultivation method.
Although Si Chen himself did not know exactly where this body's current limits lay, it was clearly still improving.
He offered it a word of praise inwardly: Good work.
Sensing its "boss's" approval, Working Thunder rejoiced and immediately worked even harder.
At that moment, Luo Jin was staring up blankly at the white-flame giant ten times his size.
His mind was completely blank.
A Golden Immortal!
Definitely a high-level Golden Immortal!
No, perhaps even higher... But he did not dare follow that thought any further.
The thought exploded in his mind like thunder, instantly destroying every remaining shred of fighting spirit and hope of getting lucky.
Run!
Without hesitation, he turned and fled desperately into the depths of the starry sky, moving even faster than those flying magic artifacts!
He could no longer spare a thought for his expenditure or his image. He only wanted to get as far from that man as possible.
Si Chen watched the fleeing figure and considered for a moment.
He did not immediately deal a killing blow.
Instead, he raised that enormous flaming hand and gently pressed it toward the red-armored cultivators who had survived by sheer luck