Ye Fan stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

The howling cold wind blew his clothes and made a hunting sound.

Behind him, the sky and river are blooming, and the wind and clouds are rolling wildly.

And under his feet, thousands of people gathered.

Radio reporters from countless countries focused their cameras on Chu Tianfan.

The flashlight kept flashing under the blue sky.

Finally, no one knew how long it took, eighteen titled grandmasters from all over the world gathered under Yanshan Mountain.

"Is that all these people?"

"Are you all here already?"

"You can have more."

Ye Fan's distant gaze slowly swept across the bodies of the titled masters in front of him.

Finally, it fell on Zhang Nanhai.

Zhang Nanhai shook his head: "Senior Chu, no need. The fusion of these eighteen people is already the strongest combat force in the world today."

"As of now, my giant formation cannot accommodate more title fusions."

"In short, it still needs to be improved."

"Before that, I just want to verify how strong these eighteen people are when they merge into a giant."

Zhang Nanhai said politely.

Yes.

Although in theory, there is no limit to the number of people that the Giant Formation can fuse.

However, the current giant formation still needs to be improved.

In short, the fusion of eighteen titled masters is already the limit.

If more are fused, the power will be unstable, which will actually affect the giant's strength.

"Well, that's good."

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