At this moment, the Demon Figure Gate Master, situated at the convergence point of three strikes, remained as still as a statue, seemingly quite obtuse, unaware of the imminent danger. He could only wait for the next second to be violently battered into a pulp.
Whoosh!
A shock flashed through the Evil Heart Holy Fist's mind. In the static state of his evil spiritual realm, the Demon Figure Gate Master had inexplicably turned his head to meet his gaze. In the next instant, like a frame frozen in animation, the Demon Figure Gate Master suddenly appeared in mid-air. His entire form, brimming with tension, hurled a punch towards the left.
Bang!!!
The fist wrapped in white air streams collided with the silver palm. There was no standstill, just crushing defeat, almost oppressively destroying any resistance. A faint but clear chirp echoed through the air.
Cheep!
A white bird's silhouette instantly emerged on the right. Bang!
