Motian Xing's towering Demon Avatar erupted into motion.
Demon qi from ten thousand miles around gathered in its enormous palm. The pitch-black palm print blotted out the last remaining daylight and slammed down upon her again, carrying an arrogant will to destroy.
This time, the palm print contained the origin laws of a fifteenth realm powerhouse.
The surrounding space was sealed completely; not even a wisp of wind could escape.
Su Yueli stood where she was, making no attempt to dodge.
Her dark hair whipped through the raging astral winds. Streaks of white spread from the roots, claiming half her hair in the blink of an eye.
Her lifespan burned furiously, pushing her Ultimate Martial Qi and Blood to an unprecedented peak.
Facing the demon mark that threatened to crush heaven and earth, Su Yueli bent her knees slightly, straightened her back, and drove her right fist forward.
"Intent Ash!"
There was no dazzling light, no explosive burst of air. As that punch struck, a moment of deathly silence descended upon heaven and earth.
A gray-white fist projection left her black-and-gold fist blade and drifted lightly into the pitch-black palm print of laws.
When the two met, the expected explosion never came.
The gray-white fist projection passed unhindered through the palm print of laws, pierced the protective gang qi of the towering Demon Avatar, and struck Motian Xing's true body squarely in the chest.
Thud.
A muffled impact.
Motian Xing's body jolted violently, and he looked down.
The enchanted robe over his chest remained intact. Not even a trace of true qi fluctuation lingered.
"Cheap tricks!"
Motian Xing sneered, about to urge his Demon Avatar to continue crushing her, only for his expression to change abruptly.
He felt something vanish from within him.
It was neither spiritual power nor his