Bai Yin's speed was incomparably swift, but likewise, his strength was incomparably terrifying. The seawater, heavy as a thousand jun, was completely overturned beneath this punch, as easily as a sheet of white paper being flipped over. Borrowing the force of the waves, it became even more terrifying.
A massive ball of light continuously filled Xiong Zhicheng's hand, blotting out half the sky as it firmly received this terrifying fist force and prevented it from spreading further. Yet his body was blasted away once more, and only after flying more than ten meters did he barely steady himself.
"Old man, let's see how many more punches of mine you can withstand!" Bai Yin's speed instantly rose again. At the same time, his enormous Primordial Spirit locked onto Ye Xiwen and the others, preventing them from fleeing. The moment they showed any sign of escape, he would strike immediately and slaughter them. He was like a cat that had caught its prey, leisurely toying with it. But if that mouse-like prey tried to run, it would face his thunderous blow.
Among those present, even the weakest, Yu Sisi, had already entered the Transcendent Realm Sixth Heaven. Yao Qian and Bai Hanmo were both Heaven's Chosen within their respective factions. When had they ever been toyed with like mice? Yet Bai Yin's meaning was painfully clear—he was treating them as prey already within his grasp.
Yet no matter how furious they were, there was nothing they could do, because their opponent was simply too powerful.
Though both were at the Transcendent Realm Seventh Heaven, Xiong Zhicheng was clearly already using every ounce of his strength merely to hold Bai Yin back, much less contend against him. For Xiong Zhicheng, that was simply impossible.
For precisely that reason, Bai Yin had no intention