The palm as huge as a mountain pressed down, and the rumbling sound broke through the sky, as if the sky had collapsed.

Yi Zhiyu bleeded his teeth and swung his last punch.

This punch had no momentum, and was even a little soft. It was unimaginable that he, who was at the S level, was so weak.

Itakua's palm fell at an extremely fast speed.

The unstoppable pressure slapped the strong wind around them. Before his palms could actually reach it, the sand at the feet of Yi Zhiyu and Xia Ren was squeezed to sink dozens of centimeters, and the two of them vomited blood and had to lie on the sand, losing all their ability to resist.

Space was completely dark, and their vision above was already covered.

But at the next moment, everything suddenly stopped.

Without any signs, Itakua's huge body disappeared.

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, Yi Zhiyu was already in a coma, and Xia Ren still had the last trace of awakening, and he stumbled out of the sand.

The wind stopped.

He looked around and saw hundreds of thousands of tons of yellow sand losing its strength, rinsing from the sky and returning to the ground.

Then, there was no sound in the entire desert.

A little light came to the sky.

Xia Ren raised his head.

The world in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. In the desolate desert, the sky was shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset, and it was dead. When I was in it, I could only passively experience this indescribable fear.

And in the gray sky, a huge human silhouette appeared faintly, floating with the clouds.

The silhouette was covered in a shiny veil, and I couldn't see what was behind the veil.

Xia Ren felt that he was being watched by the other party, but this gaze was full of tranquility and peace. Compared with Itakua's madness and rage, it was completely two extremes.

He suddenly felt that the scene before him was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

That passage popped out of my mind:
Chapter completed!