After the black fire-mist sensed the change above, it shot upward and collided with the fist. But after a brief stalemate, it suddenly scattered again.
With nothing left to block it, the fist continued descending, and the true scene below came into view.
Vehicles were driving along the street, and pedestrians were passing to and fro. The punch was already charged with power, enough to smash this stretch of street to pieces, along with every person and object on it.
Chen Chuan sat in the car, his gaze calm. As the platinum light descended, it illuminated both the area ahead and his surroundings. The exchange had happened so quickly that everyone, whether seated in the cars or moving along outside, still wore their previous expressions.
Yet an instant before the fist landed, both the light and the enormous hand abruptly vanished, as though dispersing like wisps of smoke.
The surrounding scenery and lights appeared once more. The convoy continued driving forward as normal, and no one noticed anything unusual, as though everything that had happened in that instant had been excised.
He considered it briefly. The person who had just appeared was undoubtedly a Fighter of the aspect of the gods, and had very likely reached the profound cave observation level.
The man had arrived without possessing anyone or anchoring himself to anything; only his spirit had come. What Chen Chuan had seen was actually a scene conjured by the man's mind. At least for that instant, it had been virtually indistinguishable from reality.
For this man to appear here at this moment, his arrival was probably connected to the Fighting Hall affair. He had likely come to intimidate and warn Chen Chuan.
The Strategic Affairs Department?
They had actually deployed a Throne Fighter. It seemed their determination to take