Near the Revered Eight Trigrams Furnace, the soil was light purple and had a slight metallic luster. As there were often fires, naturally, there were no trees; however, the area was by no means devoid of life.
Chu Feng was suspended in mid-air, his body like that of a glass, golden god, clear and clean. Accompanied by a treasured radiance, his body was filled with an explosive power. It was a truly wonderful feeling.
He stretched his limbs and the vitality flowed through his body like the sea. With a gentle wave of his hand, he brought a massive brown boulder to the palm of his hand, rested it there, and then suddenly hurled it away.
It broke the sound barrier and disappeared, leaving behind only mist in the air.
The many people nearby were all shocked, feeling the terror behind the power of a single throw—a boulder weighing tens of thousands of kilograms was thrown away just like that!
Both the evolved creatures of the Earth and beings of the outer-realm were in shock.
