Though Hu Yun had been wounded at this moment, the magical power within him and the aura around him remained utterly undisturbed. He held his posture, exceptionally calm inside. He stirred all the magical power in his body, doing his utmost to maintain this feeling, while the Sword Fingers in his hand had already formed the hand seals.
There was no possibility of fleeing directly. Recalling how Lord Lu often lectured him—if there was no opportunity, then create one—Hu Yun knew he was no match for Mihuang. But that wisp of vital aura that had lingered for a thousand years was no illusion. With Mister Ji's wisp of vital aura, it might not be impossible for him to withstand Mihuang's terrifying strike. The key was that his faith could not waver!
She Ji and Sun Yiqiu had already been forced into the corner of a street by the overwhelming pressure. Half-kneeling and supporting each other, the former looked toward the sky, terrified and gritting her teeth with hatred.
"Mihuang!"
Hu Yun likewise looked toward the comet heart in the sky. That terrifying pressure nearly bent his back. He could even hear the sinews and bones throughout his body wailing, yet his gaze remained clear and cold, its divine aura undiminished. Though the sky had been shattered, the stars had not vanished.
Within the horrifying pressure, Mihuang resembled a yellow ape with a human face. The brilliant smile on his face was somewhat savage. As that fist descending from the heavens came down, Underworld City was swept by a wild wind, dust filling the skies.
But in the next instant, Mihuang's fist suddenly shifted, plunging directly toward the center of Underworld City.
Not good!
Hu Yun's heart jolted, and his mind was shaken at that very instant. He no longer had