The young master of the nightmare race merely curled the corners of his lips and did not dodge at all. He directly struck out with his palm, and the black palm wind instantly tore fan Mingchuan’s spirit leopard into pieces.
Fan Mingchuan was so shocked that he took a few steps back. Although his spirit energy was not too high, only at the seventh level of the spiritual void tier, his spirit beast would not be so easily smashed into pieces by someone else’s palm.
Moreover, the young master of the nightmare race in front of him did not look very old. How could he have such profound spiritual power?
The young master of the nightmare race smiled arrogantly. “The strength of the human race is indeed getting weaker and weaker with each generation. Even if you don’t use the nightmare beast or the Nightmare Qi, you are still vulnerable to a single blow! “If you know the situation and quickly surrender, or else you will only die.”
