Bao Taigong was stunned and quickly ran away.
The golden energy crushed over. If he didn't dodge, he would only be crushed into pieces.
Ling Han smiled, and unleashed his Lightning Fist, infusing it with golden energy. Xiu, xiu, xiu, xiu, the golden energy danced in the skies. His current spiritual power had greatly improved, and he could completely squander it like this.
Bao Taigong did not dare to take it on at all. His power was inferior, and his high-level energy was inferior. Wouldn't he be courting death if he took it head-on?
However, ten minutes later, his speed immediately slowed down.
—-the outbreak period was over.
There was no way he could dodge the Lightning Fist. He was sent flying and spat out a mouthful of blood.
All the Demon Race members were completely speechless. This was the suppression of raw strength, leaving them with no excuse at all.
