In this late autumn season, there is already a hint of chill.
Dark clouds press down, raindrops hitting with a crackle, causing the yellow leaves in the dense forest to fall one by one.
The human-shaped war beast glows in the night, its six-meter-tall body robust and strong, muscles bulging like coiled dragons, it steps closer in the rain, giving the area an indescribable feeling of oppression.
Its heavy footsteps land, making the ground tremble lightly, muddy water splashes, its breath from mouth and nose bursts the rain apart, transforming into a large white mist.
Qin Ming stands in the pouring rain, his body blazing hot, with a constant flow of heat surging through his limbs and bones, this is a potion taking effect.
Still from Helian ZhaoYu's collection, that bottle of blue paste can make a person's potential explode in combat!
However, he frowns, the physical strength has not undergone a qualitative change.
