"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."
Muffled grunts like rolling thunder echoed across Peace Summit, jolting those whose hearts had turned to ashes awake. They all looked toward the sound.
It came from Song Zifan. Fist Wind enveloped him from head to toe, and muffled groans kept escaping his mouth!
Chen Cuo's fists struck as swiftly as lightning and as hard as iron. Though Song Zifan flailed his arms and legs to block them, and Mist Aura kept forming barriers around him, nothing could stop the blows.
Each punch drove its force through skin and into bone. Not only could Song Zifan not get up, but the Mist Aura coiled inside his body was being broken apart and forced out, bit by bit!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Where the fists landed, the ground cracked and collapsed inch by inch!
The earth trembled. Ripples of force spread outward, and people both on and below the mountain felt the ground shake beneath their feet.
In the blink of an eye, the spot where Song Zifan lay had become a deep pit!
Wherever the punches struck, Mist Aura poured from all over his body, laden with shock and fury, and wound toward Chen Cuo!
"So the Mist Aura really is the vessel carrying your will!"
Chen Cuo jolted both arms, scattering the Mist Aura that reached for him and extinguishing more than half the will within it!
Song Zifan was shocked and furious.
"That makes no sense! There's no reason for it! What Divine Ability is this? Every Divine Ability must have a principle. It can't be as unreasonable as yours!"
A tremor had entered his voice, as though his anger and resentment had reached their limit. Beneath them lay deep confusion and doubt.
Song Zifan was not the only one bewildered by the beating. Jingtongzi, Ding