This discovery made Qin Ming's Light of the Soul blaze intensely. Did the Silk Scripture actually have such an inherent demonic nature?
His thoughts surged, and in just a split second, he thought of many things.
He really wanted to know if Sun Chengjun could, in turn, devour and merge his Primordial Element Heavenly Light?
Under the long night, Qin Ming's eyes were deep, and the Tao Rhythm flowing over him grew richer and more dangerous. He wanted to verify some things.
This meant that his opponent would endure even greater pressure!
In Sun Chengjun's view, the person before him seemed like a young Demon God who had escaped the abyss, wielding a jet-black hammer, with an unstoppable bravery, never showing fatigue.
At this moment, Qin Ming's arm moved like a great windmill, bringing with it fierce gusts of wind. The terrifying shadow of the hammer fell like a torrential downpour, densely packed.
