Lin Hao's gaze shifted.
A formless might surged forth, resisting the eight Divine Chains.
This was the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
But the Divine Chains were indestructible, closing in on Lin Hao inch by inch.
"You are still far too weak, but your Dao is impressive," the Devil Emperor remarked.
His words were uncharacteristically plain, as if he disdained to launch a second attack.
Lin Hao did not respond. However, the God-Painting Brush, which had been drifting within one of the minor worlds, stirred at that moment.
Then, a shocking scene unfolded.
The God-Painting Brush was writing a character.
A stroke, a dot, a line… The brush moved like a dancing dragon.
If Si Haoming were to witness this, his eyes would surely pop from their sockets.
For not only he, but all the Martial Artists of the Si clan, were unaware that the God-Painting Brush could be wielded in such a manner.
