The defense of Hun Zhe's physical body had already been broken.
Ye Tian felt he was telling the truth.
Yet in the ears of everyone present, the shock was unimaginable!!!
Publicly mocking Hun Zhe.
This...
Impossible to describe.
Many onlookers were so frightened they were partially fainting.
"Kid, die for me!!! Witch Demon Fist!"
In a rage, Hun Zhe's black eyes widened, his entire aura roaring like a surging sea, the aura presented in shades of red and black, strands, melodies, tearing everything apart, annihilating everything, corroding everything. Then, as the aura reached its peak of fury, Hun Zhe suddenly roared and punched forward.
Strangely...
As the fist punched out, it suddenly expanded.
The fist, already large, expanded at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
The fist not only expanded but seemed to become metallic.
Black metal fused with flesh.
Filled with a despairing, pure cold scent of death.
In a blink, the fist had a diameter of several dozen meters.
