"Were you satisfied with strength at this level?..."
As his voice rang out, the clawed shadows filling everyone's vision actually stopped descending. At a slow yet irresistible pace, amid resounding hums, they were gradually lifted upward, revealing Wu Yan beneath them!
His black clothes snapped and billowed beneath the fierce wind, his hem whipping wildly and his bangs fluttering chaotically beneath the clawed shadows. Yet even under such circumstances, those wine-red eyes remained as still as an ancient well, devoid of the slightest emotion. Looking at the frozen Bing Mian ahead, Wu Yan curled his lips.
"If this is the strength you're so proud of, then prepare yourself..."
Like a pillar supporting the heavens, he held up the black clawed shadows. His hand clenched down hard!
Bang...
The terrifying clawed shadows, capable of tearing everything around them apart, were crushed beneath that grip as though some dreadful force had shattered them. With a muffled boom, they scattered into black specks across the sky, unable to retain their form any longer. They had been dispersed! Yet aside from his fluttering clothes, Wu Yan did not have so much as a scratch on him!
"Prepare to be defeated..."
"Th-This..." Bing Mian stared blankly as his proud, all-out attack failed to inflict even the slightest injury on his opponent and was scattered with a mere gesture. His mind went completely blank.
"No... No way... My full-force attack..."
"So... so strong..." Bing Ling's pupils were somewhat unfocused as well. Unconsciously, his fists clenched tightly. "Is this his current strength?..."
The group of Eighth Order experts could not speak either. They exchanged glances, then all lowered their heads with bitter smiles. They believed that if the eight of them joined forces, they might be able to withstand that clawed attack—but they absolutely could not do