Fuse all things into one, transforming them into primordial energy, and refine them into oneself.
Sizzle!
Sizzle!
Strands of silver lightning twisted and were directly absorbed into the vortex, transforming from violent energy into gentle energy, then absorbed and refined by the body.
The five fingers of the left hand clenched together, magic power refined into a supreme punch, striking the enemy.
"Damn it!"
Young Lord Po Xun's face turned ashen, his aura fluctuating wildly, with golden light flashing on the golden battle armor, transforming into strands of Gang Qi; the chariot beneath his feet floated, the runes on it surging forth, crimson Dao Patterns erupted, turning into a blood-colored mist surrounding his feet.
