In the silent and deep canyon.
The Profound Yellow Ancient Saint, with a body about eight meters tall, stood motionless, suspicion and fear in his heart, his entire back and neck drenched in cold sweat, with droplets sliding down slowly.
An enormous crisis was continuously assaulting him at this moment.
Under this terrifying threat, he didn't dare to move an inch.
As if any slightest movement would bring a thunderous blow.
"How is this possible?"
His pupils contracted, and he was fully alert.
But he knew he couldn't remain passive like this; he had to strike swiftly.
Suddenly, his eight-meter-tall body whirled around, like a dragon swinging its tail, a fist shot out like lightning, glowing brightly, like a blazing sun.
The invincible force instantly enveloped the entire canyon.
Yet, his fist had barely been thrown out when Jiang Shi behind him grasped it with one hand, his massive palm even wider than the Profound Yellow Ancient Saint's.
