All the severed limbs and corpses of the Witch Immortal's followers ballooned before our eyes, swelling quickly like inflating balloons.
Even just a severed finger could make one distinctly feel the terrifying power contained within.
Until...
BOOM——!!!!
The intense explosion temporarily froze Monk Zhi Kong's brain, and he saw nothing but blinding whiteness. The sharp pain in his eardrums told him he might have temporarily lost his hearing.
The violent shockwave that hit him head-on was unbeatable; Zhi Kong was thrown uncontrollably into the air once more.
He didn't even know how long he had been suspended mid-flight.
All he knew was that when he hit the ground, the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
Monk Zhi Kong felt certain that he had several cracked bones, and even fractures were possible.
He reached for his ears in a daze.
And encountered warm blood.
