Zhou Feng quietly watched Hua Jun's fleeing figure.
In the short battle just now, Zhou Feng had already discovered that the Great Void Primordial Qi was simply too useful.
As long as his divine sense was strong enough, the Great Void Primordial Qi could transform into anything, such as void miasma.
It could even form a thin layer of membrane outside the body, protecting it.
Picking up a flying sword with his bare hands, such a dangerous thing, had become a possibility.
Moreover, Zhou Feng felt that the Great Void Primordial Art was far more miraculous than this.
Back then, Human Emperor Great Void seemed to be able to ascend to the Human Emperor's throne just by relying on this divine ability alone.
This Great Void Primordial Art would definitely have more miraculous uses.
As Zhou Feng thought this, he began to collect the void miasma that he had previously spat out.
