Wu Yaobang suddenly clenched his fist and punched fiercely towards the blood mist in the air!
The white priest robe exploded with a bang, the terrifying gust of wind instantly tore through the air, producing a whistling sonic boom!
The air currents rolled and compressed on both sides of his fist, and the gray-white airstream howled away.
"What!"
Zhou Qingming's heart pounded wildly, in the state of blood mist, his form was too large, so he couldn't dodge the opponent's attack at all!
Bam!
This punch blasted, fiercely hitting the blood mist, which instantly exploded into a large blank space.
When the strength is powerful enough, even if it's just mist, it can be forcibly blown up and evaporated.
Because the fist speed was too fast, the air molecules rubbed violently, causing terrifying high temperatures.
Just like a meteor coming from outer space, even though it inherently lacks flammability, it still catches fire under strong atmospheric friction.
