Almost the instant that figure flew out, the scene fell silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, as though they had seen ghosts and gods.
The one sent flying was none other than Xia Ming.
Only after Xia Ming was hurled several miles away did he crash heavily onto the edge of the platform.
He struggled to rise, but the moment his body had barely stood up, he immediately dropped to his knees.
Pfft!
Xia Ming spat out a mouthful of blood. His right hand clutched his sunken chest, and not a trace of color remained on his deathly pale face.
No one knew what exactly had happened to Xia Ming within the shroud of flames.
Even he himself was completely dazed.
Earlier, when the purple heavenly lightning struck Qin Jishi, flames erupted from his body, and a black coffin appeared behind his back.
The instant that black coffin appeared, it forcibly blocked the purple heavenly lightning strike.
Before Xia Ming could even examine what the black coffin was, black light flashed before his eyes and slammed heavily into his chest.
How terrifying was that power?
Xia Ming only felt his blood and qi surge within him, while the veins on his forehead bulged fiercely.
He had no doubt whatsoever that if the black coffin's power had been even slightly greater, he would have died miserably on the spot.
What a joke!
Such power was simply beyond his ability to contend against.
It made Xia Ming feel incomparably insignificant beneath that force.
Even when he wanted to resist, the thought had not even flashed through his mind before it vanished without a trace.
That power was terrifying—absolutely above him.
Xia Ming simply could not believe that Qin Jishi possessed such a trump card.
Merely from having his chest struck by the black coffin,