The terrifying force of the punch tore through the sky, and then directly struck upon the feather. The feather suddenly fluctuated between reality and illusion, under the impact of the terrifying punch, embodying an imposing, unyielding aura.
Afterward, countless desolate gray feathers appeared in the sky. Boundlessly desolate, they floated endlessly like fallen leaves in a bamboo forest.
These gray feathers even carried a sense of ancient vicissitudes.
"Yu Yuexi, right? Not bad, indeed not bad, even stronger than Han Tianzhan," Xiao Qiang said softly as he watched the gray feathers fluttering down from the sky. By then, the gray feathers had drifted to his side, and suddenly burst forth with a breath— the withering breath of Destruction!
