"Boom—!"
Another clash of fists rang out, but this time, the sound was completely different from before.
It was dull, like a giant hammer smashing into wet mud. Xuan Zi's strength was completely suppressed, leaving him without the slightest ability to fight back.
The Taotie Godly Bull Avatar trembled violently in midair, its earthen-yellow light flickering unsteadily like a candle in the wind.
The fighting spirit in its eyes had already been replaced by dizziness and disarray.
It had been too long.
Far too long since he had experienced such pure violence, such utterly unreasonable suppression.
Every collision of fists felt like being struck head-on by a moving mountain.
Even more terrifying was the mental impact that accompanied every punch, repeatedly washing over his mental defenses like waves.
If not for the Godly Taotie Bull Martial Soul's thick hide and tough flesh, along with the enduring foundation of his Rank 98 Soul Power supporting his defenses—
He would have fallen long ago.
"Cough..."
A mouthful of clotted blood carrying the smell of earth spilled from the massive mouth of his avatar. Before it could hit the ground, it was evaporated into a bloody mist by the chaotic Soul Power.
Xuan Zi's consciousness struggled between clarity and haze.
He could feel the defenses he had built crumbling layer by layer.
The attribute suppression of Ultimate Earth had reduced his efficiency in controlling earth elements by at least ninety percent.
And Xia Ming's monstrous strength was accumulating hidden injuries within his body with every punch.
The outcome was decided.
The realization filled Xuan Zi with an absurd sense of sorrow, only for it to be replaced by a strange relief.
Perhaps losing to a monster like this was not so disgraceful?
Xia Ming gave him no chance to catch his breath.
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