Lin Qi's palm suddenly swelled, expanding to several meters across in the blink of an eye. Then it was enveloped in black-red flames. Like a star at the end of its life, Lin Qi's palm rapidly collapsed inward, soon compressing back to its usual size. Throughout this expansion and compression, countless cursed demonic runes embodying destructive, evil, and other negative energies emerged from thin air around his finger bones. All those twisted runes, continuously exuding wisps of black smoke, swiftly branded themselves onto Lin Qi's phalanges.
The immense source power within his body continuously transformed into earth elements, surging frantically toward Lin Qi's palm. If all the earth elements he transformed in that instant were turned into mountains visible to mortal eyes, they would have been enough to pile up a colossal mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles across the Western Continent. This made Lin Qi's palm incomparably heavy; he had nearly been unable to raise it.
Next, the flesh on his hand withered away, and thin skin clung tightly to the bones, making Lin Qi's hand look no different from the claw of a skeleton soldier. Lin Qi clenched his fist. A faint, barely visible phantom of a mountain trembled atop his now vaguely translucent fist, then broke away and charged toward the icy hand whistling in from afar.
Idar's attack had come first, while Lin Qi was only counterattacking. Yet Lin Qi's punch was incomparably swift. The Mystic Ice hand had barely penetrated three hundred miles into the Western Continent when Lin Qi's heavy fist had already smashed into that freezing palm.
The tiny mountain-shaped phantom collided with the Mystic Ice hand. No sound emerged; only a blinding flash suddenly lit up heaven and earth. Terrifying shockwaves churned through the sky, blasting outward in every