Despite the Overlord Blade Martial Saint making a sudden change in move, transforming his claw into a fist, it was to no avail; the great momentum of heaven and earth under his control collapsed with a loud crash in the face of this fist.
Just like the collapse of the military department's momentum at that time.
"Punching Intent Prototype? This, this is impossible?!"
For the first time, the expression on the face of the Overlord Blade Martial Saint changed. His eyes were no longer cold, nor aloof, but instead showed emotions akin to those of a living being of flesh and blood.
Crack.
A crack suddenly appeared on the left palm of the Divine Spirit, followed by one after another; at this moment, the arm of the Divine Spirit was as fragile as porcelain, shattering at a touch.
Boom!
A fist broke through the grand momentum of heaven and earth, roaring as it charged forward boldly.
Crack, crack.
