At this moment, Wang Zhan felt unprecedentedly powerful.
Closing his eyes, it was as though his mental energy had become a guiding light in the pitch-black darkness, an intricately detailed and visible beacon.
Even the final entry for his mental energy had turned into a "+", seemingly making the total attribute count smaller than before.
Yet, for some reason, Wang Zhan felt that he was anything but less powerful. It was as if he were carrying an intercontinental ballistic missile on his back—formidable and terrifying.
The only reason he couldn't fully unleash it was because his means of utilizing this strength were still in their infancy; he simply didn't have the key.
Thus, that mental energy remained latent within him like a buried treasure mountain, and he could only tap into a tiny fraction each time, represented by the numbers displayed on the panel.
