This breeze is very light, seemingly weak, as if it contains no power, like the natural wind that soothes the soul.
However, when this breeze erupted fully from the four fists, the years here showed signs of decay.
The just roaring starlit river water now paused at an extremely exaggerated speed.
Finally, it directly came to a standstill there.
As this breeze presented such a scene, the four fists directly ignored the distance.
Reaching atop that rift.
Upon arrival, they merged into an incredible form, forming a black fist, heading for the rift.
This fist traveled through the rift, directly targeting Ye Feng flying towards it, and fiercely and bravely descended upon Ye Feng's head.
Crack.
The fist descended.
The world roared.
Ye Feng's scalp tingled under the fist, feeling a heat in his chest, and the blood in his body became chaotic.
Under that indescribable immense pressure, Ye Feng felt his body becoming rigid.
The stiffness was beyond description.
