Threads of intense golden glow radiated from within Zhang Xiaohao, illuminating him completely. These golden lights were the Power of Time.
In the face of this Power of Time Law, large beads of cold sweat dripped from Zhang Xiaohao's forehead, splashing onto the ground and soaking it. Seeing his brows tightly knitted together, one could understand the extent of the pain and suffering he was enduring.
Every minute, every second, which to others was just a matter of blinking, felt like an abyss to Zhang Xiaohao, as he endured inhuman pain every moment.
As he refined and absorbed, the Power of Time Law in Zhang Xiaohao's mind was rapidly growing, but forming a single thread of Time Law was still very difficult. However, with the help of the vast Power of Time Law within him, he was slowly making progress…
Time passed, like a white horse galloping past, and in a flash, nearly three months had gone by.
Shua!
