It was gloomy and dark. The past and future were in a muddle, and the directions were all indistinguishable. Meng Qi stood beside the Green Lotus of Chaos, looking like a human figure, as though the Premier Priest had come to the world.
No sooner had he stopped talking did he raise his right hand, clench his fist and throw a punch. It was blended into one harmonious whole with the surrounding chaos. He could not describe it with words such as slow, fast, powerful, or weak.
Regardless of the gods or the terrans, they could only describe things based on their own experiences, understandings and senses before finally putting them into words. Once it involved such mysterious realms or things, all descriptions would become feeble, flimsy, and hardly accurate.
Facing the blow, Han Guang's Yama Incarnation instinctively threw out his palm. The six fingers represented different Sense of Destructions, bringing on the apocalypse and the end.
