This palm strike seemed slow, but in reality, it was faster than thought could fathom.
In the center of the palm, there were no Divine Skills runes, only a pure and weighty power, as if capable of bearing the heavens and myriad worlds, suppressing ancient and future forces.
Even before the palm wind arrived, the invisible pressure had already made the Chaotic Qi around Tianji God Lord stagnate, his broken arm stung, and even his breath seemed half a beat slower.
"Boom!"
At the brink of life and death, Tianji God Lord, worthy of being an Ancient God Master, his battle instincts drove him to forcibly suppress his injuries and shock, gathering leftover Divine Power in his left arm, hastily raising his hand to block.
Palm and arm clashed.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extremely muffled sound of flesh colliding.
Tianji God Lord felt an indescribable immense force arriving, that power was not a sharp penetration, but a boundless oppression.
