At the moment the soul of the Half-Fishman God shattered, a vast surge of energy erupted in all directions like a tsunami.
If it were a mortal, even a Grand Mage above Level 15, their mind would be torn apart by the tyrannical energy.
The remnants of a deity's soul, even harboring a mere trace of power, are undeniably extraordinary!
But the Swamp Divine Format exuded supreme pressure, devouring all the energy.
Isolation~
Lear actually felt a sense of fullness.
In the next moment, that energy began to merge into his limbs and veins.
The strength within him increased at an exaggerated speed.
The surrounding magic power was like being swallowed by a black hole, rushing madly into his body.
It formed a tide of magic power.
His muscles, flesh, and bones were becoming resilient.
In this rapid enhancement, Lear could feel the entire swamp cheering for him in delight.
His level rose from Level 3, to Level 4, Level 5...
