Tang Wulin did not stop. Taking advantage of the instant Di Tian was stunned, he spun around, trying to unleash the Golden Dragon Explosive Eight-Stage Throw. He grabbed Di Tian's arm, intending to throw him.
However, the moment he exerted himself, he felt a terrifying force surge from Di Tian. That force amounted to at least several hundred thousand jin, far beyond what he could withstand.
He felt as though he were trying to move a mountain, unable to budge it in the slightest. His arms went numb from the shock, and the skin between his thumbs and forefingers split, blood streaming out.
Di Tian seized Tang Wulin, a flash of exasperation crossing his eyes. "Brat, you're pretty ruthless. But you think you can throw me with that little strength?"
As he spoke, he tightened his grip. Tang Wulin felt a terrifying force strike him, and his vision went black as he passed out. There was nothing he could do; the gap was still too great.
His consciousness sank into darkness, as though he were falling into an endless abyss.
Tang Wulin had no idea how long he had been unconscious. When he began to stir, he found himself lying somewhere unfamiliar.
He did not dare open his eyes, secretly observing his surroundings through the corners of his eyes. He found several people talking in front of him, men and women with different bearings.
All of them exuded powerful auras with a ferocious edge, far beyond anything ordinary humans could compare to. Their one shared trait was that their auras were much stronger than those of humans, carrying a ferocious air.
Are these soul beasts? Tang Wulin wondered inwardly. He did not dare make a sound, continuing to feign unconsciousness as he eavesdropped on their conversation.
His heartbeat quickened, but