Hey!
How can it stop here!
Qin Shi shouted anxiously in his heart and hurriedly operated the Void Meditation Technique. His nearly exhausted spiritual power was barely squeezed out in strands, catching the faint ripples like a large net.
But Marshal Qin's voice grew lower and lower, becoming difficult to hear, and the majestic figure, draped in a military coat, gradually blurred.
"Only a third of it remembered, the incomplete version of the Martial God Technique!"
Qin Shi was greatly regretful. Although he might not use it, it came from the highest merits of Dongxia, the top combat power of the Nine Marshals, Marshal Qin's hand. Getting it could never be wrong.
The rift in the Void Space was slowly closing, the heavenly light that had bombarded it for a month finally ceased, gradually returning to calm.
