'Damn you, Zhou Tian Feng, this time, I will make you die without having a body to be buried!'
Killing intent shone in Dao Zhong's eyes, but when he looked at Su Ming's black clone beside him, his expression immediately turned into one of respect. He bowed deeply, then he turned into a long arc and charged forward, disappearing into the whirlwind.
'This thing is rather interesting. It's an insect egg, but there is a hint of the power of a World contained in it. It seems… like it isn't something that belongs to this True World.'
Su Ming stared at the small white ball in his hand, then sent his divine sense into it to observe it carefully. Once they fused, the small white ball started shuddering in Su Ming's hand as if it was struggling to free itself, but Su Ming's hand was like a seal that completely sealed up its movements.
