Compared to the gray-white giant hands that had formed around Lin Xuan, A Sheng was far too passive.
At this moment, A Sheng had no way to fight back and could only passively block the gray-white giant hands.
Yet these gray-white giant hands kept surging forth as if they were endless.
This left A Sheng utterly desperate.
A Sheng's speed was already astonishing, but compared to the gray-white giant hands, it was still far too slow.
Moreover, as time passed, A Sheng's speed continued to decline bit by bit.
At this moment, A Sheng was truly desperate, but he had no other choice.
Because before Lin Xuan, A Sheng was simply this weak. He could only passively fend off Lin Xuan's gray-white giant hands.
He could do nothing at all.
A Sheng was extremely anxious. He knew very well that if this continued, the only thing awaiting him would be death.
A Sheng did not want to die here.
Thus, A Sheng struggled relentlessly, and one terrifying Vast Light after another continued to burst forth from his body.
At this moment, A Sheng brought out his strongest power, even drawing out one hundred and twenty percent of its might.
But even with his power unleashed at one hundred and twenty percent, it was still completely useless.
The speed of A Sheng's attacks was never a match for the speed at which the gray-white giant hands formed.
As time passed.
A Sheng had fallen into utter despair.
"My speed can never surpass this ant before me..."
A Sheng could also see that the gray-white mist before Lin Xuan seemed endless.
At this point, there was no way he could use any method to block Lin Xuan.
If this slaughter continued, only one outcome awaited him.
Death.
Although A Sheng was fighting