Lu Yan's face, initially anxious, gradually turned into one of sheer terror.
He felt his fist force as if it were sinking into an endless swamp; no matter how fast he punched, he was merely drawing circles in place, unable to break through the net Xu Xiangbei had set up, unable to escape the infinite swamp.
He had received a text from his younger brother, harshly scolding him for lacking the courage to act.
Now he understood his brother's feelings; it was akin to a ravenous wolf encountering a mangy dog, intending to bully it, but upon seeing its sharp teeth, realizing it was a mane-less lion, not just a mangy dog.
Bang, his fist collided with Xu Xiangbei's, a duel of two forces of True Power, unleashing a colossal burst of strength around them.
Lu Yan felt intense pain in his left hand, cried out miserably, clutching his hand, his body trembling as he knelt on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead.
