Others still needed rescuing. Dark Abyss snatched up the Battle Qi by the forehead with one clawed hand and swung him around like a meteor hammer. The Battle Qi struggled desperately, stirring up his battle qi in an attempt to strike back, but the currents released from Dark Abyss's fingers changed in a thousand ways, always getting there one step ahead to scatter his battle qi.
The Battle Qi raged and resisted, refusing to give up as he continuously gathered qi, desperately accelerating the speed at which he gathered it. Just a thread—only a thread—and he could gather enough power one step ahead to break free of the restraint.
But no matter how hard he tried, Dark Abyss was still that thread faster.
That tiny thread was like a heavenly chasm, enough to drive one to despair.
In the span of two finger snaps, every ounce of resistance had been erased. With his qi channels damaged, he could no longer gather strength and could only howl wildly while being manhandled.
As for the remaining three, no matter how they dodged and defended, borrowed force to strike back, or neutralized and diverted force, it was useless. All useless. Everything was seen through by the All-Seeing Eye. Three loud bangs rang out, and all of them were flung away.
Silver blood splashed. All four were injured, with the "meteor hammer" suffering the worst wounds. His face immediately turned ashen.
Dark Abyss could not even be bothered to kill him. He simply tossed the Battle Qi in his hand aside like garbage, his expression contemptuous as he carried arrogance to the bitter end. "A bunch of trash."
The many Battle Qi warriors were both shocked and enraged, yet also hesitant and grave. In that brief clash, they had actually sensed tyrannical, overwhelming strength