บท 820: Terror

Just as everyone thought that Fang Xingjian was killed by the punch from the Evil God Tribe's warrior, a fair-skinned palm had already landed gently on its shoulder.

Fang Xingjian put his mouth beside the Evil God Tribe's warrior ear and said softly, "You seem to be very scared of me?"

"Scared of you?" The Evil God Tribe's warrior let out a cold laugh and turned to punch out. Its superluminal fist could turn anything material instantly into dust.

Even when the Evil God Tribe's warrior was being engulfed by the Black Mage King, it had still been able to break out of the Black Mage King's body with this one strike.

This was an extremely powerful move that one could only perform when they had a great understanding of spatial structures and the earth's astral powers, and when their strength had reached a great limit. It was a move which no one in Miracle World could perform.