Cold wind brushed past Ou Yangming's clothes...
He was deep in thought as he gently stroked his chin. As he looked at the huge cauldron that was shaking non-stop, his expression became even more solemn!
A person without long-term considerations would have short-term worries. Ou Yangming was the former. He was smooth in doing things and had the ambition of a roc. When he saw his former opponent rise to the sky in one step, he would not underestimate him.
"Clack!"
All of a sudden, a clear sound was heard coming from the sky.
When they looked towards the source of the sound, they saw that the cauldron was covered in fine cracks under the violent attacks from the Reincarnation Fist. They interweaved into a net, and a decaying aura spread out from it. It seemed like the cauldron was about to collapse.
