Even the void trembled, subtly distorting and cracking.
The vast and heavy aura caused the surrounding void to stagnate; as the terrifying Jin Gang Palm pressed down towards Ye Luo, it seemed as if the air in the void around him had been evacuated, forming a vacuum zone.
Ye Luo's body hair bristled, his pupils contracted, and his expression became incredibly solemn. The power of this palm gave him a strong sense of oppression, far surpassing the strength of the second punch of his Nine Yang Divine Fist.
This guy really is defying the heavens!
"Master!"
At this moment, Huo Ji saw this scene, her expression changed, and she could not help but speak, obviously intending to make a move.
"No need!"
Ye Luo shouted sternly, his face grave.
Imperial Dragon Art!
Ye Luo abruptly executed the long-unused Imperial Dragon Art, exuding a forceful aura from his entire body.
