Silver robes and white hair. Holding the Purple Lightning Hammer in his hand, Wang Xiao did not utter any more words. A pair of massive silver-colored wings grew on his back. When he made a step forward, his body continuously enlarged. After taking a few steps, he had completely transformed into a one thousand and five hundred zhang* tall giant.
In front of that gigantic being, Ning Fan was as tiny as an ant. In spite of that, his facial expression showed no signs of fear.
"Turning into a giant in his physical body…" Ning Fan muttered.
It was a means used by the ancient fiendgods during combat. Unfortunately, Ning Fan's body refining technique was largely different from that of the ancient divine cultivators.
The silver-winged giant let out a shrill owl's cry. After that, darkness fell abnormally, covering the entire purple platform which was basked in daylight just a moment ago. It was so dark that one could not possibly see their hands in front of them.
