C61 (1/2)

That tiny bit of space was like a misty void.

Essence, fur.

What is this?

That was the moment of enlightenment. However, it might have taken millions of years.

Half a day. Ten thousand years.

As if wanting to continue, Shaoqing ended his comprehension. As he saw the power of space around his hand, he realized that he had comprehended a tiny bit of the essence of space.

What a powerful comprehension. The essence of space. In the entire four directions of the city, there were many ways to comprehend the essence of space, but they were still unable to find the way.

It was because the demon race had comprehended a sliver of the essence of space that they were able to defend against the two human generals.

Therefore, comprehending the Space Essence was extremely difficult!

However, with the help of his master and the hard work of his son, he was willing to give it his all.

After receiving the baptism of the endless power of space, Shaoqing's comprehension of space had become a bit more thorough.

Therefore, he had comprehended the essence of space.

In half a day, Shaoqing would use the power of space to create his own attacks.

What is space!

The wonders of creation!

Beamon roared. He was actually resisted by a terrifying space. This kind of stalemate lasted for a day.

How terrifying and how powerful.

Fortunately, this energy was only protecting the Young Master, and did not attack him.

Beamon was also afraid, so he did not attack. He kept his eyes locked on the inside, waiting for the energy to dissipate and kill Shaoqing.

One day …

It was a torturous day.

Now that his shield had dissipated, Shaoqing was out.

He was proud and arrogant, and his wounds had already healed.

He faced Behemoths and had the ability to be proud.

”Come, let's fight again.” Shaoqing quickly made his move.

With his understanding of space, he was even more proficient in using the space within the sword.

Space helped each other, suppressing Beamon's Gravitational Space.

The pressure of gravity was gone. They were fighting against each other.

His physique was stronger than Mongol's, and he had abused Behemoths for the suppression of the use of space.

The battles between these two experts had come in three different directions.

If he didn't have a trump card, then this would be a war of attrition.

Seeing this shocking scene, the Spear Saint relaxed his heart.

He laughed arrogantly, ”This kid really likes to create miracles.”

”Big brother Shaoqing.” Yan'er silently said in her heart.

”Genius.” Ku Yuan couldn't help but praise.

A battle, a sword, a blade.

If the sea could hold everything, then even a Junior Martial Brother couldn't. Because the heart was higher than the sky, and one's life could break the heavens.

The sword moved slowly, but its power was unknown.

Heavy howls, leaps, tremors, devastation of the earth (Ah, the competition's earth is so miserable, haha, I wrote about it), terrifying. Even the walls seemed to be shaken by the tremors.

Space, frame, and perseverance.

He used the power of space to contain Beamon within.

Beamon was both anxious and regretful.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew past his face.

Beamon was puzzled as to why there was wind in this space.

However, with Beamon's brain, he couldn't figure it out.

Thus, he didn't think about it anymore.

One day …

With Beamon's self-recovery and the gifts the clan leader had given him, his left arm was more or less recovered.

His two arms were like a millstone as they attacked the space around the Young Master.