The forty-ninth strike was about to fall.
And the Condensing Gang process would be complete.
Qin Fang's eyes were bloodshot as he gathered all the Force in his body.
But in the instant that forty-ninth strike descended, Qin Fang saw a speck of golden light suddenly and inexplicably fly over, boring right into his True Essence.
"What?!"
Qin Fang's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating.
'It's over!'
The next instant…
BANG!!!
The forty-ninth strike landed!
This forty-ninth strike—the final one—smashed into the Golden Light, which had seemed to only be passing by, driving it deep into Qin Fang's True Gang.
In that same instant, the True Gang solidified completely.
A feeling of unprecedented power suddenly flooded Qin Fang's being!
…Condensing Gang…
'It's a success!'
But there wasn't the slightest hint of a smile on Qin Fang's face. Instead, he was somewhat stunned.
'…What the hell was that Golden Light?!'
'It got smashed into my True Gang?'
