"Boom!"
In the sea of consciousness of Zhao Changhe, Lie reached out to catch his full-powered punch.
Zhao Changhe himself was already quite tall, but Lie was even taller, and when he grasped Zhao's fist, it somewhat looked like he was grabbing a child's hand, though it wasn't easy for Lie either.
Despite being in the form of a divine soul, he instinctively adopted a cross-step stance to lower his center of gravity, making it easier to exert force. Even so, it was clear that his hand became slightly ethereal from the punch and started to blur, indicating that his soul power had been weakened.
Of course, Zhao Changhe was not having an easy time either, mainly because his body was being lacerated by thousands of cuts as his Blood Evil Qi refused to obey.
Just a while ago, he had been embarrassed to still be contemplating Blood Evil's backlash at this day and age. As it turned out, when faced with a more powerful master of Blood Evil, it indeed wouldn't heed him.
