Feng Hao naturally didn't know about Luo Ke and the Black Tower. He adjusted his breathing slightly, and the Light of Guidance fell again.
His figure slowly rose into the air, and finally disappeared into the sky.
The fourth level of the Black Tower was barren. It was a boundless barren land. There were no buildings here, no rules, and no life force. It was like an abandoned world, desolate, indifferent, and cold. There wasn't even wind.
But there was another person, a person wrapped in white cloth.
That person didn't seem to know how to speak. When he saw Feng Hao appear, he only looked quietly for a moment, and then directly attacked without the slightest warning.
But Feng Hao was already prepared. Without saying anything, he clenched his fist and met it.
"Hong …"
The same battle, but different people, unfolded in this barren world. The sky was dark, the space was shattered, and the barren land was torn apart. Between heaven and earth, there was only the dull sound of their fists hitting flesh.
This battle, Feng Hao didn't know how long it took. One day, two days, or even a month. There was no measurement of time here, and there was no rotation of the sun and moon. Feng Hao only knew that in the end, he won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.
There was almost no place on his body that was unharmed. Blood covered his body, his arms were twisted, his chest collapsed, and he fell to the ground, panting heavily.
And not far in front of him was the person wrapped in white cloth. At this time, there was a huge hole in his chest, from front to back. Black blood sizzled out, staining the ground red. Wherever it touched, it corroded into nothingness.
One day later, the man in white cloth recovered, got up, and disappeared into the barren land. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.
And Feng Hao also recovered three days later. Looking in the direction where the man disappeared, he was slightly lost in thought. Then the Light of Guidance fell again, bringing Feng Hao to the fifth level.
The fifth level of the Black Tower was a land of fog. Everywhere was filled with white fog. Even with Feng Hao's strength, his visibility was less than ten meters.
"Peng!"
Suddenly, the fog behind him condensed into a figure. It appeared instantly and blasted Feng Hao's waist, sending him flying hundreds of meters.
"Hiss …"
Feng Hao sucked in a breath of cold air, his expression extremely solemn.
The person who had attacked just now had no aura at all. From the moment he had appeared to the moment he attacked, he had not felt the slightest ripple. It was as if he had been attacked by air, and there was no aura at all.
As a result, he didn't notice it even though he was fully focused. Moreover, after being struck, he felt an incomparable piercing pain from his waist. It was as if thousands of ants were biting his heart, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
"How could this be?!"
Feng Hao looked down and saw a faint white-colored aura twining around his waist. It was like maggots in his bones, constantly nibbling away at his flesh.
Flicking his sleeves, Zhang Xuan realized that his palm had actually passed through the space, as if it did not exist at all. He could only see it, but not touch it.
The white mist condensed again. This time, it was from the side, and a fist with rolling white mist struck out. It did not carry any aura, but it was incomparably ferocious.
"Chi!"
Forcefully suppressing the excruciating pain coming from his waist, Zhang Xuan clenched his fist and punched out to meet the white mist's fist.
But Feng Hao's full-strength attack seemed to have hit nothing but air. The white mist fist instantly dispersed, and then condensed again behind him. The speed was so fast that Feng Hao did not even have the chance to turn around.
A dull sound rang out, and Feng Hao was once again sent flying. The pain in his back was incomparable.
Without giving him any chance to catch his breath, the white mist fist struck out again, and Feng Hao was sent flying. But now, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were as calm as water.
"It's just alternating between illusion and reality."
Although Feng Hao did not manage to land that punch, he could feel that it was the real body. But he just could not hit it, as if it did not exist in this space.
This kind of ability was extremely rare. In addition, this place was covered in white mist, and Feng Hao had no place to hide. He could only face it head-on.
Illusion existed in one's imagination, and usually did not exist. But in this situation, it was the opposite. Feng Hao felt that he was in an illusion, and that person was in reality.
No matter how he attacked, he could not touch the person in the white mist. Instead, he was hit again and again.
"Disperse."
With a roar, his aura burst out. He wanted to disperse the white mist around him. An aura that surpassed the fourth level of Source Power surged out, but he discovered that the white mist seemed to be fixed in space. No matter how strong Feng Hao's aura burst out, he could not move it in the slightest.
"Jiejie, this is my White God, and you want to blow it away? Impossible. "
A sinister laugh came from the white mist. It was close, yet seemed far away.
It was a tool.
Feng Hao focused, and fell into deep thought.
It was the first time he had seen such a strange tool, and it could even trap him. The people in the Black Tower were really not simple.
"Jiejie, who would have thought that it would let an ant-like person like you challenge the World Suppressing Tower. Is it looking down on us, or does it think that we are about to die?"
The white mist did not attack again, and instead gave Feng Hao time to catch his breath. He did not speak.
"But you could actually pass the first four levels. Looks like you have some ability."
There was some surprise in the voice, but it quickly turned into a stern voice.
"But you can stop here."
After saying that, the white mist fist attacked again, and its speed and power were actually twice as fast as before.
"So much nonsense."
However, just as the fist was about to hit Feng Hao, Feng Hao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. A tangible sharp light flashed, but Feng Hao did not move at all. He allowed the white mist fist to strike him.
"Jiejie, you are seeking death."
Seeing that Feng Hao actually wanted to force it, the person in the white mist let out a mad and shrill voice, punching his chest as if he could see the scene of Feng Hao being sent flying and vomiting blood.
However, the moment the white mist fist touched his chest, Feng Hao's lips curled up.
The moment before his body was sent flying, he suddenly grabbed the white mist fist. This time, he actually grabbed it, and it was not an illusion.
However, the sharp pain from his palm also made Feng Hao grit his teeth and fly backward.
"Caught you."
Feng Hao sneered, and his hands kept exerting force, wanting to pull the person in the white mist out.
"How is this possible?"
The white mist screamed, as if it was very shocked. The white mist kept struggling in Feng Hao's hands, wanting to break free.
"Nothing is impossible. You are just making use of the alternation between illusion and reality. The moment you attack, you have to enter the state of reality and attack me."
Feng Hao sneered, stopped his body, and pulled with all his strength.
"Let go, you let go of me."
The white mist roared, and at the same time, countless white mist fists gathered around Feng Hao. In an instant, like rain, they all bombarded Feng Hao.
"It's useless, these are just illusions, they are basically …"
"Puff …"
Ignoring the sky full of fists, the meridians in his hands wriggled on his arms like a dragon, rising and falling, extremely ferocious.
However, halfway through his words, he found that those fists were actually real, constantly bombarding his body like a drizzle. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly became extremely pale. His eyes were filled with a trace of disbelief.
"Haha … You actually think that this is the real me. Sure enough, you are as ignorant as an ant."
The originally panicked voice at this moment suddenly changed into a crazy laughter, as if mocking, which made Feng Hao's face suddenly sink.
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