But several other Martial World people who were drawn towards Jiang Dali were not so lucky.
At the moment they came into contact with Jiang Dali's body, the scant Inner Strength within them was already completely drained, their eyes bulging out in agonizing screams.
"Scram!"
Jiang Dali's robust and tough arms suddenly lifted.
The Perfectly Round like one Vajra Qi Force erupted, sending everyone flying away like trash tossed aside.
"Strength!!!"
He bellowed, charging forward with steely steps. Concentrating his force in his feet, the ground trembled, his black war boots nearly bursting from the sudden expansion, his form smashing through the air like a wild dragon taking flight.
His palm raised high, fingers pinched into a blade—a Vajra-like hand blade!
Jiang Dali's eyes filled with cold, ruthless intent, he aimed a palm strike at the retreating Ren Tianxing and ferociously chopped down!
Whoo—
The wind began!
A cold, biting wind, whoo whoo.
And fog appeared!
