The armor on An Sheng's body shattered as his body was severely burned. His flesh was almost charred as he collapsed into the huge crater, smoking. It was difficult to tell if he was dead or alive.
The man turned around and was about to attack Ouyang Lan again when he realized that the force had wrapped around his arm again. He turned his head and saw An Sheng struggling to get up from the ground. His injuries were so serious that it was difficult for him to even stand up, but the demonic glint in his eyes didn't weaken.
"What a disgusting worm. It's as nauseating as a cockroach." The man glanced at An Sheng in disgust. The power of Supreme Yang over his fist became stronger and stronger, and soon, it was so intense that one couldn't look straight at it.
Even outside the altar, one could sense the terrifying heat from his fist. Clearly, the man wasn't interested in wasting time with An Sheng and wanted to finish him off in one strike.
