Howard's face showed astonishment for the first time.
But in the next second, his gaze returned to deep and serene, as if he did not care about his current situation.
"Jack, is this the power you learned from the abilities I taught you, mimicking the traits of mythical beings... truly powerful and troublesome strength."
Howard spoke without turning his head, slightly lowered his head, looking at his gradually crystallizing body, and couldn't help but sigh again.
"This level of strength most likely does not belong to the Saint Demi-God anymore... This is a Sub-God level trait of an Angel. Although it is not as strong as the original, it has completely reached the level of crushing the same rank. Even I have no good way to deal with it now."
Half of Howard's face was already covered with white crystals. He tried hard to control his muscles, forcing out a somewhat ferocious smile, and said in a deep voice:
