"WHOOSH!"
The Qi-Blood around Xu Yang's body was instantly shattered. He felt a fierce and overbearing force, no weaker than his own, surging from his opponent.
He couldn't help but shudder. His bones and muscles rumbled, and his deliberately suppressed physical body almost lost control.
The sleeve of the arm he used to meet Wan He's palm had long been pushed to its limit. Under the impact of their clash, his muscles swelled another fraction. With a RIP, the entire sleeve burst into shreds, revealing a muscular, knotted arm.
Instead of taking the blow head-on, he hurriedly took several large steps back.
It wasn't that he couldn't suppress Wan He's strength. Rather, forcing himself to suppress it might cause the Formless Thousand Illusion Skill to temporarily fail. If he accidentally exposed the Dragon Symbols Heart Scripture, it would be troublesome.
"Hmph!"
