Having just regained consciousness from the shock of his high-altitude fall, Mi Chu clung to the icy neck of the luan, only to find the silver giant alarmingly close. His only ally, the luan seemed soulless, unresponsive to his calls. Meanwhile, the giant's fist, devoid of mercy, was descending upon him, its vast shadow engulfing all that lay beneath, making escape impossible.
He felt a force, weighing more than a hundred thousand pounds, confining the space around him, rendering him immobile!
The silver giant, bearing a striking resemblance to Tang Luo, had an expressionless face. Mi Chu was devoid of any Xuanji Jade or other escaping treasures; his only hope lay within the beast souls he had absorbed. But with his current condition, just how many times could he merge with the beast soul to use its powers?
Regardless, the silver giant had made a resolution of death, whether it took two or three punches.
"Boom"!
