Yang Ji knew very well that Zhang Daoyi must have invaded his six senses and felt his senses at some point.
"Yang Ji, accept your fate! This is your end!"
Three hoarse, cold voices sounded at the same time. Yang Ji was shocked, and he suddenly looked up and saw two figures, one black and one white, more than ten feet tall on the opposite side of the ring, with high crowns and broad belts, holding huge maces.
Stare at yourself as if you were a dead person.
And between the two black and white figures, a small figure was staring at him, with three mouths opening and closing, talking at the same time, and it was impossible to tell who was speaking.
An indescribable feeling surged from his heart, from Zhang Daoyi and the two black and white figures. Zhang Daoyi seemed to have turned into a black hole in the space, exuding a powerful attraction.
Under the influence of this attraction, Yang Ji actually felt as if his spiritual power was loose and his soul was about to escape from his body. This feeling had never happened before, and Yang Ji was greatly surprised.
"No, this is not an illusion, but he is already absorbing my spiritual power!"
Yang Ji suddenly woke up and was shocked. This was not an illusion, but it was actually happening. Countless mental particles floated out of the body like gauze, and then converged into the black and white shadows around Zhang Daoyi.
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Chapter completed!