After destroying the Space Crack, Hu Jing happily turned around, ready to continue fleeing.
Powerful experts were fighting at the center of the ruins, triggering this torrent of rules. Although this place was temporarily far from the torrent, it still was not very safe.
However, just as Hu Jing turned around, a fist slammed heavily into its tiger face.
Its entire body was sent flying, rolling across the ground several times. Only after it drove its tiger claws into the earth did it slowly come to a stop.
"This glove isn't bad."
Hearing that somewhat familiar voice, Hu Jing abruptly raised its head.
The moment it saw the white-haired man before it, Hu Jing's eyes widened at once.
"Impossible! This King clearly destroyed the Space Crack. How did you get through?!"
It clearly remembered that when it destroyed the Space Crack, the other party had not yet crossed over.
Could this person also possess a spatial secret art?
Jiang Ping An naturally did not know spatial arts. He had merely used a time jump.
At that moment, he wore a black glove on his right hand.
The black glove was soft in texture, covering the back and palm of his hand while leaving his fingers exposed, not hindering his movements in the slightest.
The glove looked ancient and worn, with several tears upon it. The divine patterns sewn with special threads had also been damaged in places.
Judging by Jiang Ping An's forging experience, this glove's original grade should have been above King-grade three. It was very likely a King-grade fourth-rank divine artifact.
Even damaged to such an extent, it still retained the level of a first-rank God King.
The glove's purpose was to increase attacking power.
At its current level, it could probably double the physical strength of a