Dimond Cuts Dimond

Yu Yu’s sword formation gradually stopped working.

Ji Hao stood in midair with a golden glisten in his eyes. If one looked closer, one would find countless tadpoles-like spell symbols wriggling in this golden light, happily and quickly. By merely watching these spell symbols, one would feel a strong warmth.

In his spiritual space, a golden glow had reached to every corner. Before, Ji Hao’s spiritual space was empty, only with a faint gray mist drifting around. But now, the gray mist had gone, and that magnificent golden glow had suffused the entire space.

The seed of Dao of sun was like a tangible golden ball, floating within the golden glow. Countless thin golden chains swiftly hovered around the seed of Dao. Occasionally, raging golden flames would roar across these chains.