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The sky, the earth, everywhere was shrouded in pitch-black twisting flesh.
At almost every moment, all sorts of strangely shaped Heavenly Demons, whether humanoid, beastly, or resembling stones and rivers, emerged from the distorted flesh, roaring as they charged toward the distance.
Xing Jun squinted slightly as he watched this scene; beneath his feet, above his head, and as far as his eyes could see, all was part of the Heavenly Demon King's body.
The power of the Heavenly Demons was most directly manifested by their size.
The greater their body, the heavier their mass, the more energy they possessed, and the stronger the various powers they held.
Back when Xing Jun was human, he had also gone into battle and seen Heavenly Demons thousands of kilometers in length descend from the sky, their might comparable to that of a ninth realm cultivator.