The smoke had yet to clear, when suddenly, a figure shot out from the smoke, flying into the distance.
This figure was none other than Xiang Jia.
Bang! Boom! Boom...
Xiang Jia fell to the ground, bouncing several times like a rubber ball under the strong impact, before finally stopping.
"Puh."
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Xiang Jia stood up, glancing at his bruised arm, disbelief filling his eyes.
Third-stage Beast Technique: Netherworld Power, absorbing the residual True Qi from the Nine-headed Mammoth Beast, yet he was no match for an early-stage outsider at the sss level in terms of strength.
Xiang Jia's worldview suddenly felt like it was collapsing.
He trained hard in seclusion to finally master the Third-stage Beast Technique, thinking he was a genius, but now it seems useless.
"No, no, it's not right, he used a subtle force, otherwise, it wouldn't have such an effect."
