After exhausting himself from using Emperor Ziwei's spell techniques, An Lin resorted to using his fists instead.
One mighty golden fist after another rained down on Emperor Ziwei's body, causing the entire Immortal Spirit Tower to tremor violently.
Emperor Ziwei was already bruised and battered to the point of being in an extremely pitiful and disheveled display.
He had never been beaten so badly by anyone in his life. From the day he was born, it was always him that was dishing out the punishment to others, never the other way around.
However, An Lin showed him today what it felt like to be pummeled into the ground. On top of that, this was a one-sided beating during which he was completely powerless to resist…
"How's that? How does it feel to be ground into the dust? Huh?"
An Lin vented his negative emotions as he rained down punches.
Perhaps this is karma…
Emperor Ziwei thought to himself.
