"Rumble!"
As the cyan fist collided with the butterfly spirit's energy, a visible shockwave of immense power abruptly exploded. The void of the entire altar barrier trembled violently, and even the other energies within the space were shattered into pieces. Such a terrifying might actually caused the edge barrier protecting the elf holy altar to vibrate.
"Who is it?"
"Daring to ruin this princess's good deed!"
Fierce hostility filled Alice's pretty eyes as she let out an angry roar, her gaze locked tightly onto Xiao Yi's position.
Her previous strike clearly should have completely obliterated Xiao Yi. Why was there an ancient, oppressive aura, as heavy as a ten-thousand-foot mountain, that had resisted her attack?
"Second Brother!"
Xiao Yi's expression was extremely gloomy. Wisps of bizarre purple blood overflowed from his slender body, looking rather horrifying. Yet at this moment, his pupils held no fear whatsoever, instead containing a rare trace of madness.
"There's no need to use that kind of thing. The backlash is far too great."
"Besides, as your elder brother, I won't let you act so recklessly."
Xiao Yan withdrew his fist, which was still glowing with cyan light. He looked at Xiao Yi with a stern gaze, as if lecturing the latter.
Yet everyone's pupils constricted sharply, staring at Xiao Yan with a sense of disbelief.
Princess Alice's previous attack, unleashed in anger, possessed a strength so great that even a true Samsara would find it tricky to handle. Yet it had been stopped with a single punch from Xiao Yan's cyan fist?
This shocking scene gave them an extremely illusory illusion.
"This Xiao Yan is no simple character."
"The power that flashed and vanished on his fist just now felt somewhat familiar."
"Could it be related to that lord?"
Qianqin's pretty eyes looked at Xiao