An iron fist capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone came straight at him. Its ferocious power churned the air with sharp cracks, and its boundless, overwhelming force poured forth like a cascading river, making every hair on Han Shuo's body stand on end.
Drawing a deep breath, Han Shuo circulated his Demonic Essence into his right hand. As he drove his Demonic Cultivation Art to its utmost, his right hand actually turned the color of black jade. White bones embedded within the black-jade-like hand shone with a hazy, faint light, while a mass of misty purple demonic energy swirled in his palm, taking on the shape of flames.
Trunks and Emily, who had been horrified and about to intervene, froze and fell silent when they saw the sudden transformation of Han Shuo's right hand.
As his right hand transformed, Han Shuo suddenly shot out of his defensive stance with lightning speed. He then drew his right hand back, and a streak of purple-black lightning abruptly appeared, striking Loretta's incoming fist.
A deafening boom rang out, even louder than the sound of Loretta striking the stone pillar with the boulder earlier. The enormous sound reverberated throughout the hall.
A mountainous, ocean-churning impact suddenly surged from his right hand into Han Shuo's body. Its power exceeded his imagination. Had his flesh not been so abnormally tough, his right fist would have shattered upon contact.
Even so, Han Shuo could not stop himself from flying backward toward the hall's entrance. He slammed into the dark blue stone with a crack, then crumpled to the ground.
Loretta, leader of the Jialuo Mercenary Group, stood rooted to the spot, his powerful body like solid rock. But an icy chill spread from his fist throughout his body, instantly turning the sweat streaming over his skin