As Yuan Tian punched out, the dark clouds surged between the heavens and earth, creating a giant vortex that lunged towards Yan Di.
That vortex seemed to contain innumerable faces, howling together in agonised pain.
The vortex formed of the dark clouds resembled hell on earth, sucking all surrounding life within.
Yan Di raised his brows slightly, spreading apart his arms with the Clear Qi Robe on him as countless streams of clear qi surged, majestic as the heavens.
That tangible fist-intent of Yuan Tian's was blocked by Yan Di, instantly unable to proceed any further.
A feeling seemed to well up within his heart that even though it was clearly that he was a Martial Saint while Yan Di was still a Martial Grandmaster, Yan Di seemed to preside high above him, resembling the broad heavens, looking down upon him.
Yuan Tian knit his brows slightly, the fingers of his clenched fist suddenly unfurling.
He switched his fist to a claw, ripping mightily.