In the center of the arena, Zhou Yan, dressed in white, with his black hair flying, stood in the Void with the limitless grace of a War God descending to the realm of mortals, his expression indifferent.
However, it was Jiang Yichen who, after a poke of his finger, found his body frozen in the Void for a moment, only to be sent flying backwards with a "whoosh" after Zhou Yan's figure materialized, repelled thousands of meters away.
Blood dripped profusely from his hand, where he had poked his finger out, revealing the ghastly white of his exposed finger bones.
He had launched an attack with his finger, only for it to be snapped by an unknown force!
"How can this be possible?"
"It's absolutely impossible! The Lei Yan King surviving into the next life, according to the information we received, had only around twenty-something years of cultivation, less than thirty. How could he possibly be this strong?"
