The next moment, Liu Ming's gaze flashed, and without another word, he moved his arm, which thickened in an instant, shrouded in swirling layers of black qi, and threw a hard punch toward the sky filled with golden sand grains.
With a thunderous boom that shook the heavens and earth!
Right where Liu Ming's fist landed on the golden veils of sand, an indescribable force surged wildly, quickly spreading outward as swirling black waves.
The surface of the golden sand curtain flickered erratically and quickly dimmed.
In just that instant, Yan Jue, who was seated cross-legged in the distance, couldn't help but open his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, his complexion turning pale.
But Yan Jue was ruthlessly fierce; after taking a sharp breath, he slapped himself several times, causing his face to turn a deep red. Then he constantly changed hand seals, pouring all his magical power into the falling golden sand.