"N-No, impossible!"
Hong Hu's mind was filled with horror, completely blank.
The color instantly drained from his face, as if it had been bleached. He trembled all over, staring in disbelief at the fist that was enveloping him.
A sense of terror and despair overwhelmed his heart.
"Damn it, block it for me!"
The Peak Primordial Spirit Realm powerhouse was named Bai Lin, a General who commanded a legion of a million soldiers. He remained calm in the face of danger, roaring repeatedly.
He threw Hong Hu aside and tightened his grip on a massive War Axe. The light from the axe shot toward the sky as streams of black energy gathered on its blade, roiling in dark waves.
A black tiger materialized behind him—it was his Mystical Dharma Aspect.
The Dharma Aspect fused with his weapon.
The axe light transformed into a ferocious tiger's head, baring its fangs as it charged toward Hong Yu's black fist.
The other three men's attacks were just as fierce.
