Boom!
Before anyone could react, an even larger sun erupted above Lu Baichi's head.
The dazzling light suddenly exploded, illuminating the entire street as white as daytime itself. Among it, thunderstorms roared, and thunderous dragons surged out, shooting wildly in all directions.
At the same time, Yang Zhen's voice came from mid-air. Swinging his massive hammer in a circular motion, he hit Lu Baichi's hands with a thunderous crash, much like a large mountain.
"Eighty!"
Crack!
A sound of bone cracking rang out, Lu Baichi's cry suddenly ceased. He fell heavily from mid-air, bouncing several times on the stone slab ground before collapsing into the rubble pit. He urgently somersaulted to his feet, jumped away, and looked towards the sky with a horrified and vigilant face.
Lu Baichi's momentum hadn't completely burst out when he felt a figure flitting by, appearing above his head.
