"Boom!"
A modern high-rise building over a dozen stories tall was forcefully pierced from the bottom and toppled at an angle. At this moment, the terrifying charge of the Golden God Yuanhui finally stopped. With a whoosh, the air compressed by the towering figure suddenly surged back like a gale.
Sweeping away all the dust and debris.
Under the sky full of golden fragments in the ruins.
The Golden God Yuanhui maintained a forward charge stance, with the black giant axe in his hand turning into a golden color, fiercely cleaving forward. Below on the right, Bai Xiao's hands clamped the axe blade like iron pincers, leaving a black trench hundreds of meters long on the ground, billowing with thick smoke.
"Buzz..."
You could see.
On his muscular arm, a layer of liquid-like golden light was spreading across the skin. If this mysterious power completely enveloped him, Bai Xiao would turn into a golden statue, losing the ability to move and think.
