Seven days later.
Jiang Feng walked through a withered, desolate mountain forest, with a shrunken version of the Flying Rat perched on his shoulder. Jiang Feng lowered his head to look at his own fists, a brilliant, colorful light dancing deep within his starry eyes.
Transcendence Stage! His left fist packed six thousand catties of force, and his right fist eight thousand five hundred catties.
Chapter 30