"Hmph!"
With a rumblingsnort, Jian Wushuang channeled his Ancient God Powers that began to accumulate in his right fist.
A faint golden glow surrounded his fist. Without warning, his fist smote forth, releasing all the powers held within.
The Silver-armored Ancient God, conjured by the Battle Formation of Ancient Gods threw a powerful punch of its own.
The two gigantic fists clashed fists hit head-to-head.
With brute force reciprocated with brute force, the two fists met! Such was the contest of feral ferocity!
"Bang!"
With a huge bang, the massive forces wielded by them both erupted like a powerful detonation.
