Mo Buwen's palm was astonishingly powerful, as fear often pushes people to exceed their normal capabilities. This palm strike surpassed anything he had done before. Where the handprint passed, the ground was torn with terrifying cracks, sending sand and stones flying.
Qin Yi's gaze was ice-cold, surrounded by a surge of purple light. He raised his fist, and the sound was like thunder on a dry day, roaring out.
Boom!
The fist mark and the handprint collided midway, and Mo Buwen's handprint was shattered directly. A horrifying shockwave erupted, spreading madly in all directions, whipping up a sandstorm that darkened the sky.
Mo Buwen's face turned instantly panicked because Qin Yi's fist mark didn't dissipate after breaking his attack; instead, it continued to burst toward him like lightning.
