As soon as yang Tianhao's voice fell, the entire fist ocean started to surge with waves as rings of air currents exploded in all directions.
A force several times more powerful than the previous hundred punches surged around Yunxiao, turning into a vortex that changed the color of the sky.
Yunxiao's pupils constricted, and his pitch-black demonic eyes turned into blood moons as he stared at the figure. In the vortex, the fist will took shape, and a huge transparent figure hundreds of feet tall stood up. Could it be that he could not see the giant spirit at all even with eye techniques?
The transparent figure's facial features were indiscernible, only the shape of his body. After standing up, he raised his hand, and the entire vortex shrank, gathering in his palm. He clenched his fist and smashed down.
The vortex in the giant Spirit's fist dispersed, and a vast force gathered around the fist. It was as if it had formed its own world and rumbled down!
