When this martial art is performed, the moves are no longer just simple power manipulations, but instead carry the imprint of the martial artist's own will, giving rise to various powerful or mystical abilities...
Lin Yi exerted all his strength to cope, already on the brink of collapse, when suddenly a strange sensation enveloped his entire body.
He felt the air, the light around him, even space itself, becoming thick and bizarre.
An indescribable chill from the depths of his soul seized him instantly.
His scalp tingled, and he cried out involuntarily:
"Impossible, this is ???"
Seven dark fists tore through the air, emitting a ghastly sound like teeth gnawing on bones, the air visibly dimmed and muddied, as if doused with a layer of filthy ink!
Lin Yi's eyes widened, his scalp tingling to the point of splitting, yet he saw the seven fists intertwining, sketching a mass of inky vortex in the air.
