A scorched-earth colored aura burst forth from Han Dong's body.
Sally smelled a hint of danger and quickly retreated with her whip.
Her body landed a hundred meters away, quietly observing the changes occurring in Han Dong's body, changes that seemed to extend even to his very essence.
From Sally's perspective, what she vaguely saw looked like an iron demon just emerged from lava, its body covered in spikes and with curved horns on its forehead.
It was on a level equal to hers.
"This power from another world, can it really promote growth forcibly? Nicholas, how many secrets are you hiding…"
Sally couldn't help but think back to when she first met Han Dong.
Indeed, from the beginning, Han Dong harbored too many secrets. Immune to fascination, possessing only a mature body yet able to exhibit strength equivalent to Ancestor Return, and having connections with several Old Kings.
Even Sally, who had seen countless men, became increasingly interested.
…
After a while.
