The palms suddenly thrust out, and a thick Gang Qi instantly transformed into a giant dragon, blocking countless fist shadows.
Boom boom boom...
The sound of explosions was incessant. Seeing the battle here, Hama, who had just escaped, turned back, only to see the entire Taoist Temple as if under a terrifying attack, with explosions echoing continuously. The roofs of nearby houses were also lifted, with many damages. He secretly felt fortunate; if he had run a moment slower today, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
Individual martial power reaching such a level is not a good thing for the entire world.
But there is no choice; existence is reasonable, and since martial power exists, one can only adapt to it.
Hama thought, but unfortunately, he had no talent for cultivation, or perhaps he couldn't endure the hardship of practicing martial arts; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
