The fist imprint expanded with incredible speed. The moment it appeared, it swelled amid a mass of crimson radiance until it reached a dozen or so miles across, like a crimson mountain peak surging against the heavens, intent on smashing through the barrier.
Crimson mist erupted, like demonic flames burning across the heavens. Wherever it passed, a rapidly spreading crack instantly appeared in the void.
Though the fist imprint had been summoned in haste, its might was still earth-shaking, enough to rattle the universe. This was the desperate method of a Mahayana cultivator. Compared to the energy fluctuations Qin Fengming and Ancestor Jiao Wei had displayed when they fought in the Heavenly Origin Land of Void City, it seemed even more vast and ferocious.
The reason was simple. The Heavenly Origin Land had been specially prepared as a battlefield for Mahayana cultivators. The entire world was covered by restrictions, and Mahayana attacks were suppressed by the aura of the grand formation.
This was the world of the Three Realms. There was no formation to confine it, and so long as its might did not exceed the limits imposed by the Heavens and Earth laws, it would erupt in full.
However, the scene that followed made the middle-aged Mahayana cultivator's eyes fly wide open, while his back was suddenly covered in icy dread.
The enormous fist imprint, wrapped in a monstrous crimson mist, shot forward and collided in an instant with the giant palm that blotted out the sky and sun. A deafening boom resounded through the void, followed immediately by an extremely violent blast of explosive energy.
Under the middle-aged man's stare, his enormous fist imprint, which had resembled a mountain peak, was actually shattered inch by inch beneath the descending giant palm. Then it exploded with a thunderous roar.