"Yellow Springs Palm!"
Lin Ming's shout exploded like thunder from the ninth heaven, ringing deep within the souls of every spectator.
Then, with his palm spread open, he aimed at the void where Fenghuang was and slowly, yet with incomparably firm resolve, pressed his hand down.
"Rumble—!"
Empty space groaned and collapsed under that palm, as though it could no longer bear the burden.
Above Fenghuang's head, space suddenly twisted and shattered without warning. An indescribably massive deep yellow energy palm seemed to reach out from the depths of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, carrying a supreme might that could suppress the ages and bury all living beings as it thunderously condensed into being.
The giant palm's lines resembled the veins of the earth, its nails were like mountains, and within its center, it seemed as though turbid waters of the Yellow Springs surged and roared. The concepts of death and reincarnation had become dense to the extreme.
The instant it appeared, it locked onto Fenghuang's aura. No matter how she flickered, it was as though the surrounding space had been imprisoned by an invisible force, leaving her nowhere to evade.
The giant palm slowly pressed down. It looked slow, yet in truth it was faster than lightning. Wherever it passed, space collapsed inch by inch, turning into the most primal Chaos void. Deafening Sonic Booms rang out without end, like a funeral song played for this destructive palm strike.
Sensing the destructive power within the Yellow Springs Palm, a force enough to threaten her life, Fenghuang's expression finally turned completely grave, and even a trace of horror surfaced on her face.
*How is this possible?! The power of this palm... has already surpassed the scope of a One-Star Dou Saint, and even exceeds the full-power strike of a late