"Duang!"
The hand the size of a human body, yet incredibly solid, collided once more with the dark wooden stick Yang Fei was wielding.
In the muffled boom, Yang Fei felt his arm sink, a numbness swiftly spreading throughout his body, while at the same time, a terrible force descended from above his head, like Mount Tai pressing down.
Two beams of light burst from his eyes, his face showing a terrified expression.
How terrifying was the force of his own strike, yet the hand formed from the elements of heaven and earth hadn't been crushed?
He saw huge cracks appearing on the hand, about to shatter, but in the next instant, some mysterious force coalesced and swiftly repaired the cracks.
A terrifying pressure weighed down from above.
Yang Fei roared and threw a punch.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the hand bounced once, rebounding into the sky.
Yang Fei's body, as if struck by a heavy hammer from high above, fell thunderously to the ground, creating a deep pit on the solid earth.
