1142 Dreamland 2

White Royal Palace, Finite Nebula core. 

A long robe hung loosely on White King as his white hair fluttered. His right hand calmly dabbed onto the dark golden void crystal.

Bam!!

The glass cracked then shattered with the sound of an explosion. Countless pieces of glass scattered and disseminated into sparkling white powder, firing in all directions with the pressure of the force field.

With a sound of a click, his palm penetrated sharply inside the crystal.

At the same time, a pure large resistance force blocked White King's palm which instantly decreased the penetrating speed and halting it within the crystal.

"Mm?" White complicated line patterns emerged on the skin of White King's right arm. On it were various symbolic characters with a scent of holiness. These white glowing symbolic lines seemed to have increased the strength of his palm.