บท 2480: Retreat

The crowd simply felt a mighty pressure come out of the hole, generating a forceful airflow that caused everything within around a hundred metres, no matter people or things, to fly out.

Feng Jiu looked on with a hard-to-conceal shock in her eyes. She had no idea Mo Ze had the ability to punch the Demon Lord down from the air.

After the dust cloud dissipated gradually, the scene in that hole became visible to everyone.

The Demon Lord, who was now laying on his back inside the pit, was struck in the chest by the bearded big man in black. The Demon Lord's face was pale and blood was gushing out from his mouth. He was unable to stand and could only grunt and gulp for air.

That enraged black-robed bearded man pounded his fist at the Demon Lord's chest. His eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, and a strong spirit energy airflow swept up. Without giving the Demon Lord a chance to catch his breath, his fist slammed down once more.