As Duan Ling Tian spoke, a five-colored energy rose from his body and transformed into a giant hand above the middle-aged man's head.
The enormous hand descended and the air shuddered with a tremor, creating an earthshaking rumble.
All of a sudden, before he could react, the middle-aged man was enveloped by the enormous hand that was pressing against the ground.
Bang!
A loud thud resounded as the hand smashed the ground. It then vanished without a trace after imprinting a gigantic palm print on the stone platform.
"Ahh!!" The middle-aged man was crushed into the stone platform just like that. Needless to say, he was severely injured. He only managed to move a while later, and the first thing he did was to spit a mouthful of blood clots out.
Subsequently, he looked at the purple-clad silhouette in terror and passed out after that.
Silence.
The place was dead silent.
