Before Harun could react, Jiyan rushed past him and rammed her fist into the armored punch. Energy ripples and earth-shattering shock-waves rumbled from the collision. The armored fist cracked. But as the owner attempted to retract his move, Jiyan trapped the arm between her palms. Gray Withering Essence flowed out—breaking the punch into particles of metallic dust.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!" A sharp, doleful scream pealed from the deepest reaches of the Obsidian Soul Stone mine, terrorizing the Soul Refining Hall's disciples—some Reverends included. Although they couldn't judge the owner's cultivation, from this sound alone, they knew it'd surpassed all they ever confronted—a God-level expert undoubtedly.
