The milky white light slowly surged on Arthur's fist, growing thicker and hotter, resembling a small sun from afar.
The same move, the same holy aura-infused milky white light, was immeasurably stronger in Arthur's hand than in Avril's.
An incredibly terrifying aura emanated from Arthur's fist enveloped in white light, locking onto Xu Fan firmly. Even though Arthur had yet to deliver the punch, Xu Fan sensed it was unavoidable, a confrontation was inevitable!
Xu Fan let out a low roar, intending to muster all his strength to take the punch. But the next moment, it felt as if the entire world had become half as heavy, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed completely drained. In such a world, every movement Xu Fan made felt as if it exhausted all his energy. His speed, usually his advantage, now felt as slow as a snail!
Arthur smiled mockingly as he watched Xu Fan struggle like in a swamp, his figure moved, disappearing from the spot.
