Thirty meters...
With Little White continuing to swell in size...
The sky became increasingly gloomy.
The originally enormous storm of spiritual power quickly grew bigger as well. In the blink of an eye, a violent wind rushed in within a radius of several miles, roaring incredibly loud.
Lu Wufei watched everything unfold.
A sense of relief washed over him.
From his experience, he could see clearly. After enduring several strikes of lightning, the most dangerous moment for Little White had passed.
Its level of life has now broken through to the new Demon Marshal Realm.
At this moment, it was harnessing nature's spiritual energy to reconstruct its body.
Within the storm, Little White continued to grow:
Forty meters...
Fifty meters...
Watching the distant silver-white rat, which had grown rapidly to the size of a small mountain, Lu Wufei comprehended what was happening.
Fifty meters, was already the limit for many demons at the Demon Marshal level.
