The yellow sand rolled in, surging from all directions.
With these obstacles, relying solely on sensing, the area Chen Hai could perceive had already begun to shrink continuously.
The Quasi-Saint Chi Feng, used as a sacrificial sword by Li Xuancha, had long turned to dust, utterly dead.
On this point, Chen Hai was undoubtedly certain.
Yet, at the moment the sword collided with his fist, how Li Xuancha vanished was still unclear to him.
He only knew that when the fist wind and fist strength swept across the world with the sword light and sword glare, Li Xuancha, originally at the center of the storm, abruptly disappeared as if he never existed, losing all traces.
"Able to withstand my fist and not perish, able to vanish right under my nose, this Li Xuancha indeed has some skill."
"Though he is merely a Quasi-Saint, to single-handedly annihilate the Demon Palace, his famed prowess isn't without warrant."
