I Am a Taboo Body Practitioner, Tearing My Hands Apart Is Weird

Traveling to a world eroded by strange and evil gods, the immortal cultivators relied on their fragile auras to protect themselves and struggled in fear. However, the protagonist's style of painting suddenly changed, he trained his muscles to the extreme, and ignited the furnace of energy and blood like the scorching sun. When others chanted incantations to fight against the whispers, he grabbed Wei's neck and said, "Can you say one more thing?" When the evil god descended and blocked the sky, the protagonist jumped up and tore open its tentacles with his bare hands: "What's the use of being big? Come down and fight!"