It was just a palm, yet he could not move it. It must be known that with Fenghao's current strength, it would not be a problem for him to lift up a small world. His strength was even greater than the weight of a world, yet he could not move his palm. From this, one could see how deep the white mist was.
"I don't believe you can really become one with this space."
Feng Hao roared. His face was red because he had used all his strength. The veins on his forehead were bulging, squirming like dragons. He looked ferocious.
"Let go."
The person in the white fog had discovered Fenghao's goal. Panic could be heard in his voice. Countless fists from all directions continuously bombarded Fenghao's body like a torrential rain. The muffled sounds converged into rolling thunder, shaking the entire space.
Fenghao's thoughts were correct. His ability was indeed to constantly alternate between the illusory and the real. If he broke away from the illusory, with his current attacks, he wouldn't be able to seriously injure Fenghao. At most, it would only bring him deep pain.
If he was pulled out by Fenghao, then he wouldn't be able to retaliate at all, because he was one with White God. If he was pulled out of the illusory space, he would be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, at Fenghao's mercy.
"Puff …"
"Ah …"
The intense pain throughout his body caused Feng Hao to howl. After being bombarded by the countless white fog fists, even with the strength of his physical body, it was somewhat unbearable for him. Blood continuously flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was incomparably pale. His eyes, which were originally like the starry sky, were now covered with blood veins and were scarlet red.
But could Feng Hao let go? If he couldn't pull out the man in the white fog this time, would he have another chance in the future?
He didn't believe that if he let go, the man in the white fog would let him go.
Under the pull of Fenghao's full strength, the white mist that enveloped the surrounding space actually showed signs of loosening. The originally stable space began to slowly distort, as if a layer of skin had been forcibly peeled off from the space. The white mist stirred.
"Let go, I admit defeat!"
Feeling the white fog being pulled, the man in the white fog panicked. He hurriedly opened his mouth as if to compromise.
However, he had underestimated Feng Hao's temperament. Feng Hao was indifferent to this. Gritting his teeth, he gathered all the strength in his body into his hands, waist, and legs to reach the point where he could exert the most force.
"Let go, I told you to go up."
For some reason, the person in the white mist seemed to be very afraid of being pulled out by Feng Hao. He actually stopped attacking and instead opened his mouth to beg, causing Feng Hao to be stunned.
That was because the voice sounded a little tender, like that of a child, but it also carried a bit of vicissitudes, unlike the cold and sharp voice from before.
"I told you to go up. Now, let go."
Seeming to have sensed that Feng Hao's strength had weakened a little, the person in the white mist recovered his gloomy voice and spoke in a low voice.
"You think I'll believe you?"
Regarding this, Fenghao did not comment. He suddenly exerted force and pulled out the arm. The surrounding white mist also twitched and gathered towards the white mist arm.
"You're courting death."
Feeling its body being pulled out, the person in the white fog roared furiously. Countless wisps of white fog instantly turned into incomparably sharp thorns, floating in the air and shining brightly.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Your arm is still in my hand. "
Glancing at the white thorns emitting cold light, even Feng Hao's heart couldn't help but shudder. His expression darkened. With so many thorns piercing his body, even with his current physical body, he would instantly turn into a hornet's nest.
"Scared? As long as you let go, I won't attack you. "
Feng Hao retracted his force, and the person in the white fog didn't attack either. The two began to face off.
After a moment of silence, Feng Hao spoke in a low voice, "How can I believe you?"
Such a strange person actually existed in an illusion. Feng Hao couldn't guarantee that he would be able to catch him next time. Plus, he came here to challenge the World Suppressing Tower, not to fight to the death. Thus, his heart wavered.
"I can't prove it."
In contrast to Feng Hao's wariness, the person in the white fog appeared more steady. Even if he was pulled out by Feng Hao, he would at most be unable to fight back. With Feng Hao's methods and strength, he couldn't kill him. Thus, aside from not wanting to come out and look at others, he actually wasn't afraid of Feng Hao.
"Black Tower."
Hearing this, Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he called out in a low voice into the air.
He didn't believe the person in the white fog, and the only one present who could stop him was the Black Tower. With the Black Tower as a witness, at least the person in the white fog wouldn't play any tricks.
"Hey, hey, it's meaningless if you call it. This is a battle between us, don't call an outsider interesting."
Hearing this, the surrounding white fog clearly trembled for an instant. Then, the person in the white fog's unhappy and somewhat wary voice was heard.
Having been suppressed by the Black Tower for innumerable years, he had long since resented the Black Tower, but more than that, he felt wariness and fear, and didn't even dare to see the Black Tower.
He still remembered the day he was suppressed. The Black Tower had brought endless might, as if it was the ruler of all things, and forcibly suppressed him in the tower. With his peak strength in that world, he was actually suppressed without the slightest ability to resist. The invincible figure of the Black Tower had long since buried a deep shadow in his heart.
Now, Feng Hao actually wanted to summon the Black Tower, so how could he not be afraid?
However, after Feng Hao's shout, the surroundings were silent. Aside from Feng Hao's panting, there was only the sound of the white fog surging. There was no Black Tower appearing.
"…"
"Brat, looks like it doesn't want to help you either."
The cold and sinister voice rang out again, carrying a hint of mockery.
And what answered him was the fierceness in Feng Hao's eyes. Suddenly, taking advantage of the person in the white fog being unprepared, he suddenly pulled the arm of the white fog, and actually pulled out half of a person's body.
However, this also made Feng Hao's pupils shrink slightly. He looked at the small body in front of him with a somewhat strange expression, because the half he pulled out was actually a child that was not even a meter tall.
"Ah … you bad person."
The child was not even a meter tall, and looked like three years old. Other than one pupil that was black, the rest of his body was white, like a ginseng baby, porcelain white like jade, tender and round.
The 'child' roared. It was not the old and sinister voice from before, but the tender voice of a three-year-old child. Without Feng Hao using force, he actually walked out of the illusion by himself, and stood in front of Feng Hao. His white and cute face was full of anger, and a pair of black pupils flickered with white light. The sharp thorns that were originally floating, under the command of his porcelain-like small hand, stabbed towards Feng Hao like a storm.
"Wait."
Seeing this, Feng Hao hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted. The strange expression on his face disappeared, and he revealed a kind smile. He said, "Little friend, do you want some candy?"
As he spoke, he took out a lollipop that he had brought from Earth from the Small World, shattered the candy wrapper, and handed it to the 'child'.
After all this time, he had actually been competing with a child. Even with Feng Hao's temperament, he could not help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Boy, I am not a child. I am Emperor Bai, an Emperor God who slaughtered billions of lives with a wave of my hand. Your tricks to trick a child are useless in front of me."
The child glanced at the smiling Feng Hao, and his chubby little mouth revealed a trace of disdain, as if he was looking at an idiot.
But inadvertently, the pure but experienced eyes occasionally glanced at the lollipop in Feng Hao's hand.
The white and tender little neck even moved up and down secretly. This thing did not seem to have any Spiritual Qi, and it did not even have a taste. It was ordinary, but it felt sweet. Emperor Bai, who had not eaten anything for countless years, could not help but take another look.
"Hehe, Lord Emperor Bai, it's okay. This is for you, as compensation for my previous rudeness."
Feng Hao secretly curled his lips. He was just a little kid. Even if he really was Emperor Bai, he was just a little kid. How could he resist the temptation of delicious candy?
Moreover, he had been in the Black Tower for so many years, and Feng Hao did not believe that he could resist the temptation.
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