After eleven chains in the Sealed Land had been released, the entity formed there had gained the ability to release darkness and obscure the glow of the Bright Flame Iron.
Not only that, after the seals on the eleven chains were lifted, the entity condensed from darkness beneath the mask was no longer entirely an incorporeal mass of darkness. A normal body could vaguely be seen entwined beneath the dark aura. Judging by its build, it should have been a man, exactly 1.7 meters tall, though only a small portion of his entire body was exposed.
Yuan Zhi flexed his joints and looked at the masked man gradually walking toward him.
The two actually walked toward each other until they reached the center, their bodies less than half a meter apart. Yuan Zhi's 1.9-meter frame looked down at the white mask tilted up toward him.
In an instant, both threw punches at the same time.
Yuan Zhi was still faster, and not by merely a little. As the dark entity clenched its fist, Yuan Zhi's punch had already landed on the white mask. The force of his fist tore apart all the flesh behind the mask. Yet unlike before, the shredded darkness congealed in midair and gathered again, clenching its fist as it continued swinging at Yuan Zhi.
"One punch isn't enough? How about a hundred?"
As soon as Yuan Zhi finished speaking, he threw a hundred punches at a speed too fast for the others to see clearly. This time, the dark entity behind the mask shattered completely, while the mask itself was blasted back into its original eleven fragments and scattered everywhere.
With a sweep of his hands, all the corrosive dark aura clinging to his fists dispersed.
"So strong!" Both Jia Xin and Zhang Chen, standing in