Chapitre 1144: Plot 2

It struck a chord in Baylon as she lifted her head to look up.

A figure floating above came into sight. It was a face she recalled many times in enmity.

"Chinande!!" Baylon's iris shrunk as unbearable fear stirred within her.

Yet at the same time, the hatred that once lived in her memory sunk in, intertwining with fear.

"Level Ten... Perpetual Motioner Holy Lord," Baylon tightened her grip on the white blade. The handle of the blade was almost crushed in her hands.

Wham!!

In a blink of an eye, Chinande's face magnified before her.

With no technique whatsoever and using a level ten gravitation in ten thousand folds, she was gravitationally knocked away with one punch.

Wham!

Vast amounts of gravitation amassed in his pale knuckle punched Baylon's head without hesitation. Space in the universe seemed to collapse and warp around the knuckle. Even the rays of light assembled into this one punch.