The punch could have shattered space itself, yet the instant it struck the giant cocoon, it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
"Oh? You actually took that punch. Interesting!"
Luo Yi watched calmly as the cocoon neutralized his attack. His expression barely changed.
After all, his opponent was a Primordial True Demon of the Combining Dao Realm, perhaps even the Half-Step Great Vehicle. If one casual punch from him could kill it,
then the Devil Race of the Upper Realm would be far too feeble. Why would the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea and the aquatic races of the Endless Sea treat them with such caution?
While he was lost in brief thought,
the giant cocoon dozens of yards before him, once sealed tight, suddenly burst apart from within.
A dark figure emerged. Then a demonic wheel condensed from dark devil qi appeared in Cang's hand and sliced toward the young man's fair-skinned neck!
Cang meant to take the brat's head in one strike, while he was still stunned that his attack had been so easily neutralized and before he could react.
But Luo Yi seemed to have anticipated the wheel cutting toward him.
The moment he realized he could not break through the cocoon's Turtle Shell defense quickly,
he had decided to leave a deliberate opening and see whether his opponent would emerge from that Turtle Shell to attack.
Everything unfolded just as he had expected.
Just as the spinning demonic wheel in Cang's hand reached the young man's neck, his figure turned insubstantial and slowly vanished from where he stood.
"Not good!"
Cang was horrified by the sight, but before he could react,
the young man appeared behind him and drove out an unstoppable punch that pierced his chest with ease.
"Hiss!"
Agony flared