A Destroying Strike

Ji Hao felt extremely delighted and pleased.

The great Dao of Taiji was like a millstone, crushing the black hole created by Yemo Shayi bit by bit, slowly taking back Ji Hao’s spirit blood and life-force. In the meanwhile, it had also been extracting slight traces of magical power from that tiny black hole.

This dark, deep, lifeless power merged with Ji Hao’s body. Wherever it reached, Ji Hao felt his body was smashed billions of times with a giant hammer by a giant divine God. Some relatively weaker parts of his body had been getting destroyed and recovering over and over again; like forging iron, these body parts grew stronger and stronger.

Ji Hao’s body glowed brighter and brighter, while releasing a thriving life-force. Clear waves of light spread out slowly from his body, illuminating the surrounding area thousand miles in radius.