Three great elites
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
The black Qi would naturally not obey Ling Han. It still continued floating towards him.
Ling Han shook his right hand, and threw a punch towards the black Qi.
Boom, the fist swept out, and these streaks of black Qi all fluttered out endlessly, separating and dispersing. However, they immediately reunited. Furthermore, they were no longer separate streaks of black Qi, but rather fused as one.
Strangely, it was a fusion of over a dozen streaks of black Qi, but it did not become thicker. It seemed to have sustained heavy "injury" from Ling Han's punch.
But Ling Han knew very well that it was not that the black Qi had been "injured" from his attack, but rather that it had become even more concentrated.
The black Qi surged out, darting towards Ling Han like a spiritual serpent.
Ling Han drew his sword. Shua! The Divine Demon Sword slashed quickly at the black Qi.