Overpower

At the fortress gate, An Jing withdrew his fist.

Before him lay a tunnel of steel and concrete, blasted through layer by layer by the Wither-Flourish Explosive Fist, leading straight into the innermost chamber.

"Go clear out the other trash. I'll deal with the big one."

An Jing gave the order. Huo Qing and Nian Quan acknowledged it, turning into phantoms as they shot into the fortress from the left and right.

He stepped forward.

The fortress's power system had already been crippled by that punch. Now, dim yellow emergency lights and red warning lamps filled its interior. Water gushed from ruptured pipes, while fires sparked by short circuits raised clouds of steam.

As An Jing walked on, his steps grew heavier. Platinum-white patterns spread from his chest across his entire body.

He knew the Yekan Gang's Third Boss would not die so easily. He was at Foundation Establishment; at most, An Jing's punch had wounded him. He was still far from drawing his last breath.

"Why pretend to be dead?"

His heavy footsteps did not avoid the steel and stone littering the ground, crushing every scrap of wreckage into dust. Invisible Gang Qi surrounded An Jing's body, keeping even the steaming mist and sparks at bay.

Arriving at the office door, he said calmly, "Do you think you can escape?"

There was no reply. Meng Ang, who had been embedded in the wall like a corpse, suddenly raised his head. More than half the flesh on his outer body had exploded away, revealing a metallic-skeleton-like body beneath the blood and meat.

The Ascension Cultivator, who had been gathering strength for a counterattack, opened his mouth. A spirit-steel-forged Dharma Artifact sound concentrator gathered power—then erupted!

Boom!

Blood smeared across his face, Meng Ang let out a shriek. Tangible soundwaves exploded