Gao Ming never expected to encounter the true Fist Intent in this Dark Shrine, where ultimate destruction intertwined with darkness, resembling a vast ocean, inescapable.
If this punch hit him, Gao Ming estimated he would have to exit the shrine prematurely.
He crossed his arms in front of him, layers of Ghost Patterns flowing, trying every possible way to block, even the malice hidden deep within his heart, Li Sansi, began to cooperate actively.
Yet even so, Gao Ming remained uneasy. The Mountain Lord was fierce and domineering, advancing without retreat; even before contact, the thought arose in his mind that all resistance was futile.
The fist wind swept past, peeling a layer of skin from Gao Ming's face. He gritted his teeth and, as the Mountain Lord approached, shouted loudly, "An Luan!"
