"It's neither Spiritual Energy, nor Divine Power, nor True Qi. What kind of force is this?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, making him suddenly realize there were many secrets in this new body.
At the very least, he didn't know what the function of this new power was.
But now was not the time to ponder over it. Driven by this new power, the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique began to activate.
In Ning Fan's palm, there seemed to be a black hole with tremendous suction, distorting the phantom of the Ice Dragon's head.
This was something that had never happened before.
Gradually, Ning Fan felt something invading his body.
Before he could think further, a biting coldness suddenly appeared.
His skin, smooth as jade, seemed to be coated with a layer of white frost, devoid of any blood color, as cold air emanated from his entire right palm.
Ning Fan felt as if he had lost his right hand, as the cold seemed to freeze the blood vessels and nerves in his palm.
