And that was not all.
That fist charged straight toward the Space Channel.
It was not fast, but it carried the momentum to crush everything.
Fine cracks appeared in space wherever the fist passed.
When a little less than half of that phantom vessel had passed through the Space Channel...
The fist arrived.
It slammed squarely into the vessel's bow.
Boom!!!
This time, there really was a sound.
It was so loud that it hardly seemed like a sound.
It was more like a violent movement of the earth's crust compressed into a single second.
The entire Core Control Room shook violently.
The light screens on the walls flickered simultaneously, and several even went dark.
In the Light Screen's image, that phantom vessel made of countless coffins and strands of black hair was sent flying by that single punch.
Yes.
Sent flying.
Like a baseball that had been hit, it spun, tumbled, and broke apart as it flew backward in the direction it had come from.
The force of the punch shattered the coffins on the hull.
Countless fragments shot in every direction.
The blast from the punch tore those black strands of hair into pieces, which writhed wildly in the air.
The phantom hull began to collapse.
Starting at the bow, it broke apart bit by bit, dissipating piece by piece.
"So powerful!"
Yang Yong was dumbstruck.
Was this Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen's strength?
One punch.
Just one punch.
Such a terrifying eerie vessel had been sent flying with a single punch.
He had thought Jiang Chen would strike while the iron was hot, taking advantage of the vessel being knocked away.
Send it flying into next week with another punch.
He stared at the Light Screen, waiting to see Jiang Chen's second punch.
Jiang Chen's fist did indeed