Shen Fan looked at the two Third-Rank True Saints before him, who had completely lost the ability to resist. In the end, he chose Xiong Gang, whose sacred power was more abundant.
One hand lightly pressed against Xiong Gang's mountain-like, burly chest.
"You..."
Xiong Gang had barely uttered a single word before he could no longer speak.
His body suffered no impact, yet an utterly terrifying sensation—one he would never forget for the rest of his life—came from Shen Fan's palm.
Something there was about to emerge!
The skin of Shen Fan's palm began to cave inward. Light warped there, swallowed away.
A miniature, utterly dark singularity emerged in his palm and began to slowly rotate.
There was no light, no sound, yet as Xiong Gang stared at that singularity, he felt as though some great terror had descended upon him!
He desperately wanted to struggle, to resist, but bound by chains of demonic energy, he could not even move a finger. He could only watch helplessly as the black hole singularity in Shen Fan's palm landed on his body!
The instant it made contact, Xiong Gang felt his sacred power, his Divine Soul, even the source of his Dao Fruit being madly tugged and drawn in by that tiny black hole, as though they would be completely sucked inside the next second and turned into nothingness.
"NO!!!"
He let out a beast-like roar, frantically driving all the power in his body in an attempt to break free, but Shen Fan's palm seemed welded to him, utterly immovable.
Meanwhile, the moment Yin Jiuxuan saw that rotating miniature black hole, he seemed to have been struck by divine lightning from the ninth heaven, and he was completely stunned.
The terror, savagery, and killing intent on his face all faded in that