Chen Shouyi slowly stretched out his hand and applied a little force. Countless fibers of muscle, as fine as steel wires, bulged on his arm, filled with immense strength.
"Finally, my strength has reached 17 points."
"It looks much better than 16.9!" he thought to himself.
With this level of strength, the War Bow, which used to feel heavy at 2000 pounds, now felt manageable and effortless.
At this moment, his mind stirred slightly. He closed his eyes to sense it, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A grand sacrificial ceremony was being held on a distant island. Now the number of Barbarians on the island was not just two or three hundred, but over a thousand, and the converted believers were close to six hundred.
