The dispersal of the two hundred layers of the Wood Spirit Cauldron was just the beginning.
Su Han clearly saw that, though the purple-red thunder was striking, it seemed as though a ghostly, gigantic hand emerged within it. This hand was somewhat unclear, appearing visible at first glance but vanishing at the second.
"Hmm?"
Su Han furrowed his brows and, after pondering for a moment, scoffed, "Playing tricks and deceit!"
He stepped forward again, but before his foot could land, the giant hand thundered down and stamped on his exterior.
This palm strike directly shattered four hundred layers of the Wood Spirit Cauldron, and coupled with the bombardment from the purple-red thunder, only about a hundred layers of Su Han's Wood Spirit Cauldron remained!
However, after issuing this palm strike, the ethereal giant hand disappeared without a trace.
As for the purple-red thunder, it also shattered more than ten layers of the Wood Spirit Cauldron before it too vanished.
