Thousands of magic treasures shot out like rays of sword light, blade light, spear light, and more. They were like thousands of Xiantian Ki Refiners attacking in unison! But Ji Ning did this all by himself. If Ning hadn't reached the 'divine will' level of the soul, there would have been no way for him to control so many magic treasures so accurately.
If Ning hadn't gained such astonishing regenerative abilities at the Xiantian level as a Fiendgod Body Refiner, he wouldn't have been able to so wildly have all of his ki explode outwards; the only thing that would have happened was that his arteries and meridians would completely shatter, resulting in him becoming a cripple.
"Swish…."
The black-furred creature didn't block at all, nor did he dodge at all. He held his arms wide and closed his eyes. He was waiting…hoping…
The corridor was a cacophony of sound.
The black-furred creature was like a mountain collapsing. With a rumbling sound, he fell over!
