The next moment, both of them felt a chill arise within their bodies. Even though the voice had appeared, they still could not sense where its owner was.
Much less the fury and killing intent in that voice's owner, which were utterly undisguised.
"An ambush! Retreat!"
Then, Hun Feng saw the heavens split apart!
Endless clouds surged wildly outward in every direction, revealing a vast expanse of azure sky! In the center of that torn sky, a colossal phantom hand appeared, as though it could blot out the sun, moon, and stars!
This palm was not made of flesh and blood, but condensed from flame. The fire did not burn wildly; instead, it took on an almost solid, perfect form, slowly flowing as it outlined incomparably clear palm lines. A vast pressure like the laws of heaven and earth descended with a crash!
The instant the giant palm appeared, a thought arose in both Hun Feng and Hun Mu's hearts: they could not withstand this strike!
Yet the terror in their eyes changed nothing. They could not move their bodies at all. This seemed to be the hidden expert's intention—to make the two of them witness their own deaths. Time seemed to freeze as the giant palm crashed down, striking toward Hun Mu with unstoppable force.
Hun Mu's physical body was instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist. His Heavenly State Soul escaped at once, only to be shattered by the palm wind, which carried the might of heaven.
Before an absolute gap in strength, every method lost its meaning.
Hun Feng, who had not even faced the palm directly, was struck by its residual force as though an invisible ten-thousand-pound hammer had smashed into her body. Her protective Dou Qi instantly collapsed, and she flew backward with a