Holding that terrifying True Qi ball, Ning Fan stood in mid-air, his eyes cold as he looked down, "Beast, this time I'll make you pay dearly."
The power of this True Qi ball was a complete mystery to Ning Fan himself, as he had never before tried to condense his Tier Eight True Qi together.
Earlier, because he was at a critical point of Gathering Qi, Ning Fan had no choice but to take that heavy blow head-on.
Just as the Divine Dragon vanished, Gou Chen Soaring Snake twisted its snake head, its icy gaze directed at Ning Fan.
"Perfect timing. Beast, prepare to die!"
Ning Fan threw the mighty True Qi ball with both hands, smashing it fiercely towards the target.
As the True Qi ball approached, carrying a destructive momentum, the Soaring Snake's spindle-shaped pupils suddenly changed, seemingly with a hint of terror.
"Trying to escape, but it's too late now."
