Black Death True Astral ravaged Shi Kaishan's body, and he struggled to muster his own True Astral to fight back.
Just at this critical moment—
"SWOOSH—!"
An incomparably sharp whistle tore through the din of the battlefield!
A peerlessly sharp, golden Fist Gang shot in from the distance like a meteor streaking across the night sky, blasting with pinpoint accuracy toward the center of Jin Poyue's back!
Its ferocious momentum and incredible speed were so great that the air itself seemed to rip apart with a sonic BOOM!
"Hmm!?"
The hairs on Jin Poyue's body stood on end. A sense of fatal danger instantly washed over him, forcing him to abandon his attack on Shi Kaishan and awkwardly dodge to the side.
"BOOM!"
The golden Fist Gang slammed into the spot where he had just stood, blowing a deep crater in the ground and sending rubble and dust flying everywhere!
"He Yuzhou!?
