In Song Zhong's previous reincarnation, he had rarely used Yin-Yang Energy, but in this reincarnation, he spent more of his time comprehending Yin-Yang Energy.
Now, although he was only a Quasi-Saint, his attainment in Yin-Yang Energy had already surpassed that of his previous reincarnation.
As he pointed a finger, a stream of finger force instantly shot out.
This finger force was neither pure black nor pure white, but a somewhat translucent color.
It seemed that because the pure white and pure black of Yin-Yang Energy had perfectly fused, it had taken on this kind of finger force, somewhat like chaos.
Within this finger force, there was no clear boundary between black and white at all, yet it contained all the mysteries of yin and yang, perfectly harmonious and flawless, endlessly giving rise to life.
Opposite Song Zhong, the Yin-Yang Energy condensed by that Quasi-Saint had already flown from the hollow of his palm, gathering in the void into two Yin-Yang Dragons, one black and one white. They coiled and spiraled, bearing an incomparably terrifying might as they descended toward Song Zhong.
But the next moment, after the finger force shot out by Song Zhong collided with the twin yin-yang dragons twined together—
Those two Yin-Yang Dragons instantly collapsed!
Afterward, like ice and snow melting away, they were completely devoured and evaporated, vanishing without a trace.
Behind them, the cultivators on the other side abruptly widened their eyes at this moment, their gazes filled with disbelief!
How had that Yin-Yang Profound Qi dispersed in an instant?!
Right now, it was clearly two cultivators who were both Quasi-Saints making a move, and both of them cultivated Yin-Yang Energy. How could the gap be so great that one was defeated instantly?
How was that Quasi-Saint opposite them so strong?!
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