Power of the Corpse!
A fist like a meteor, ruthlessly pounding forward!
Mo Jun's face changed drastically, and he quickly shifted his body.
However, Mu Yang didn't change the trajectory of his fist; instead, he fiercely struck the wall with his fist!
"Boom!"
A tremendous explosion echoed through the sky as shockwaves from the shattered wall sent Mo Jun flying again!
"Pfft!"
During his flight, Mo Jun once again spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale. He appeared heavily wounded.
Mo Jun struggled to stabilize himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then cautiously observed the masked man standing in front of him.
Feeling the disorder in his aura and observing the cautious expression on Mo Jun's face, Mu Yang couldn't help but frown. He looked down at the blue-armored gauntlet emitting a powerful and domineering light on his right hand.
"Is this the thing..."