Stepping into the seven-colored light gate, Fang Hao felt like he had been thrown into a high-speed rotating washing machine, and a fucking one with blades at that!
Dizziness was an understatement; from all directions came waves of tearing, crushing, and twisting immense force, as if trying to mash him up and knead him into a new shape!
His protective spiritual light creaked, on the verge of shattering!
"Damn! So intense?!"
Fang Hao cursed inwardly and hurriedly used every ounce of his strength!
The Chaos Derivation Art circulated wildly, and pure Chaos Spiritual Power spread throughout his body; his cultivation, which had just reached the Middle Golden Core Stage, erupted without reservation; the first level of the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art was pushed to the limit, a bronze luster appeared under his skin, and he forcefully resisted this spatial turbulence!
