"Zhang Fan!" Fang Changle's eyes were about to split, his fists clenched tightly.
This kind of magical combat was already beyond his ability to intervene.
Yet, in such a desperate situation, there was no chance of a reversal left.
"Alas... Divine Techniques, Divine Techniques, are they truly without solution?"
Just then, Zhang Fan let out a sigh, which was not the lament of the desperate; he seemed to raise his head and ask the heavens, seeking to see if Divine Techniques were truly invincible.
Buzz...
At almost the same instant, a strand of black and white Qi seeped slowly from his brow, gently coalescing in his palm, merging into a single sphere—round and full, like the Profound Void Grand Pill, resembling the Daoist Spirit Pill.
"Within black, there is white—that is the Pill Mother!"
Zhang Fan gazed at the unstable 'Pill Mother' in his hand, intoxicated in his eyes; in this moment, he seemed to forget entirely the peril he was in.
