Whoosh!!
A howling gale swept through as Moriyama Yeren, his face frosty, instantly appeared beside Yamamoto Ryuichi. His shadowed eyes fixed firmly on the direction Yamamoto Ryuichi was pointing.
Amid the ruined earth, three enormous, bottomless pits spanning dozens of zhang had abruptly appeared.
Judging from their shapes, they looked as though someone had forcibly blasted them out with their fists. Even the outlines of the fingers along the edges were clearly visible—they were unmistakably fist imprints.
"These were definitely made by fists. If they were merely casual strikes, then whoever did this is an utterly terrifying powerhouse!"
Fujiwara Zhongshu spoke gravely from the side. If they went all out, almost everyone present could punch pits dozens of zhang wide. But if this had merely been an ordinary punch, it was far too terrifying. It meant that few people could withstand even a casual blow from this unknown powerhouse. If he became serious... Fujiwara Zhongshu shuddered just thinking about it.
"Three fist imprints... Could it be...?"
Yamamoto Ryuichi suddenly realized something. His expression instantly turned ugly, and an ominous thought rose in his mind. He could not help but shiver before forcibly pushing aside what he considered an absurd possibility.
How could that be possible? Those were three domain-level powerhouses, not some random nobodies. How could they have died so easily?
Moriyama Yeren, who had been standing silently nearby, suddenly moved. In an instant, he appeared at the bottom of the pit dozens of zhang underground. Yamamoto Ryuichi and the others exchanged looks before jumping into the pit after him.
"Eld... How can this aura be possible!!!!"
As soon as Fujiwara Zhongshu steadied himself, he was about to question Moriyama Yeren. But the moment he began speaking, his eyes widened and he cried out in shock.
Yamamoto Ryuichi and Abe