Strands of the pitch-black storm condensed on his skin, forming a terrifying void tornado. Curiously, the power of this void storm slowly began to seep into Qin Feng's skin.
It cleansed and purified him, tempering his flesh, blood, meridians, and bones with the purest Void Power.
In the deepest darkness of the Void, his figure trembled and shifted—stretching long, then growing thin, then fattening.
His body grew light and nimble. Merging with the void storm, he was like a child of the tempest.
Above his head, a ray of Spiritual Light coalesced into a golden Spirit Pattern.
One after another, four more Spirit Patterns appeared.
That made five Spirit Patterns!
Four cyan and one gold!
Five Void Spirit Patterns!
Qin Feng was slowly adapting to the void storm.
Half a day later, his speed began to skyrocket.
His form flickered, as though he was merging into the Void and becoming a king of its countless realms. His speed increased by more than just a few times!
SQUEAK SQUEAK!
