The Battling Buddha could swear that he had never felt such overwhelming despair before.
Watching that colossal hand smash down, he couldn't help but recall the feeling of when he had still been extremely weak and easily suppressed by the Sakyamuni Buddha's palm.
This was a despairing feeling of no escape.
He had clearly become much more powerful, yet he was overcome by this familiar feeling of despair yet again. Only at this moment did he realize that he still had an extremely long path to travel. He was still far from being powerful enough!
"Extreme Drunkenness—Fist of The Heavenly Dao!" Demon Emperor Si Yu unleashed his final attempt to break free. A golden fist projection soared into the sky, and it was as if it wanted to pummel the entire world into oblivion. A dazzling golden light illuminated the sky, and even a portion of radiance from the palm in the sky was stolen by this fist.
