BANG! With a muffled sound, the eagle of Spiritual Thought burst apart, transforming into motes of starlight. At the same moment, a Devouring Power erupted from the giant hand of Spiritual Thought, consuming the motes of light completely.
PFFT!
With the eagle of Spiritual Thought crushed, Yang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale. The eagle was linked to his own Spiritual Thought; his Sea of Consciousness had also been wounded.
"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" Qin Mei'Er's expression changed drastically when she saw Yang Hao's condition.
The surrounding onlookers were stunned when they saw Yang Hao spit blood and retreat, their eyes wide with disbelief. Just a moment ago, they had felt a wave of Spiritual Thought, far more terrifying than Yang Hao's, erupt from Shen Haoran. Moments later, Yang Hao was sent reeling, bleeding from the mouth. 'Could this Shen Haoran be even more fearsome than Yang Hao?'
