The End of the Competition (2)

"Sou."

The feeling of fusing with the void essence felt beautiful.

Xue Ying strolled within. Space by his body distorted and fluctuated, and he could feel many black fog spherical particles around him. Xue Ying felt like he was part of them. Very soon, he strolled over to the side of that golden-armored soldier who was currently on alert and looking around his surroundings in bewilderment.

"Hong."

It came without warning.

A large blurred palm formed by five streams of light smashed upon the head of the golden-armored soldier! That soldier did not even have the time to resist. He was brutally slapped!