The dense fog was like ink, so thick it could not be dissolved, wrapped in bone-piercing chill as it devoured every trace of light between heaven and earth.
Hua Qiang only felt a foul, fishy gust of yin wind rush toward him. Then, a massive hand covered in dark blue-black scales, its nails gleaming faintly like curved hooks, suddenly reached out from the fog.
Its five fingers spread like iron pincers, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the air as it struck straight for the crown of his head.
The palm was astonishingly huge, pressing down as though it could blot out the sky and cover the earth. The black qi swirling in its palm wriggled as if alive, giving off a nauseating stench of decay and destruction.
"Courting death!"
A cold glint flashed through Hua Qiang's eyes as the True Essence within him instantly boiled.
He neither dodged nor retreated. Lowering his stance, he planted his feet firmly, the muscles in his right arm bulging as veins rose like coiling dragons, while the airflow around his body churned violently.
Facing the ambushing demonic hand, he gave a low shout and gathered all his strength into his right fist, throwing it out with unstoppable ferocity!
"Bang—!"
The instant fist and palm collided, a muffled boom like thunder shook the entire world.
A violent shockwave of energy swept outward from the point of impact. The dense fog was forcibly torn open by a massive gash, white waves of mist rolling to either side like tides.
The golden Gale Qi wrapped around Hua Qiang's fist clashed fiercely with the black qi of the demonic hand, hissing as sparks flew in all directions.
That seemingly indestructible demonic hand shattered inch by inch like glazed glass beneath Hua Qiang's punch imbued with primal