Not Just Fighting Beyond His Level

It was Ye Mo's first time seeing such a magic artifact, a fist.

As soon as the abstruse immortal released this fist magic artifact, the space nearby seemed to be gathered around, making Ye Mo unable to move in the middle.

Ye Mo smiled. Four months ago, he would immediately release his octagonal cauldron and then hack out with Zi Xu, but now he didn't care.

That fist wind area seemed like the Star Realm Wind Whirlpool. Ye Mo had been in there for a few months, so how could he care about this?

The instant the fist space whirlpool formed it made a loud thud. Countless immortal essence emanated from that huge fist magic artifact, forming countless immortal essence wind flows. They gradually formed into thousands of fist shadows, completely looming over Ye Mo. The distant pond water was stirred up by the explosive immortal essence power. Zhen Bingyu and Wang Yi realized that this man wanted to kill Ye Mo with one move.