The instant the furnace lid lifted, a fire serpent shot out with a whoosh, carrying heat that scorched the soul, and coiled fiercely around Yang Yong's right hand.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily focused on him...
Yang Yong's right hand was already completely encased in a layer of ghastly white bone armor, its knuckles rough and its bone spikes vicious.
From a distance, it looked as though he wore a skeletal gauntlet.
And when that fire serpent wrapped around it, his entire right hand instantly became a blazing fireball.
Flames licked the white bone with a sizzling hiss, burning the air until it warped and twisted.
Yang Yong could feel his bones screaming, every inch of muscle being torn by searing pain, but he did not even furrow his brow.
He gathered his strength.
He staked all his anger, his defiance, and the hundreds of lives behind him on this single punch.
"Fire Fist!"
He punched out.
In that instant, time seemed to be dragged into slow motion by something.
Every groove on his bone-armored fist glowed.
An ancient, ferocious will awakened within the white bone, forcibly guiding the force of his punch.
It twisted the flames and power into one and slammed them fearlessly into the tree wall before him.
Everyone's heart stopped at that moment.
Yet the earth-shattering boom they had expected never came.
In its place came a crisp, teeth-grating...
Crack.
It sounded like glass shattering.
Jet-black cracks suddenly erupted from the point where Yang Yong's fist landed.
They spread wildly outward from that point.
Something in the air shattered, and it was not merely the tree wall, but something more fundamental-the rules belonging to this space.
The pupils of the surrounding Transcendents contracted sharply, their cries of shock almost squeezed from their throats.
"What is that?"
"A spatial