The power of emptiness was empty precisely because it could do whatever it pleased.
It could be unleashed through a fist, through a leg, or even through nothing more than a pair of eyes.
In that brief instant, wherever Immortal God's gaze fell, Lu Xiaofeng's acupoints were sealed without the slightest ability to resist. Even his brain was about to be blown apart by the primordial spirit power contained within that overwhelming force!
"Stop!"
Jiang Dali roared as he charged forward, already ten zhang away. A fierce light burst from his eyes as he threw a punch. His boundless, surging fist force erupted like a volcano, locking firmly onto Immortal God's back, intending to smash him into pulp.
But for that punch to travel across ten zhang and truly strike Immortal God, it would probably take half a breath.
And within half a breath, Lu Xiaofeng's head would be enough to explode into a brilliant, bloody firework.
At that critical moment, a flash of radiant light appeared. A majestic figure clad in a dragon robe strode forth with the bearing of a dragon and tiger. He spread the five fingers of both palms and grabbed remotely toward Lu Xiaofeng. A fierce, enormous vortex of suction immediately burst forth with astonishing violet radiance, instantly dragging over both Lu Xiaofeng's falling body and Immortal God.
"Hmm?!"
Under that suction, Immortal God lost his footing. Yet as he slightly drew in the power of his Maha Wuliang, his entire body immediately entered a state of emptiness, completely ignoring the violent suction coming from ahead and even—ignoring Jiang Dali's ferocious incoming fist force!
In the blink of an eye!
The powerful fist force struck Immortal God squarely in the back. Yet Immortal God gave a strange smile, his figure seeming to twist and turn