Ye Luo had no chance to dodge at all. It wasn't just that he had just fought a great battle and his True Qi was greatly depleted, but he was also seriously injured. Even at his prime and uninjured, facing this fearsome palm strike, he might not have been able to withstand it at all.
Bang!
The next second, a muffled sound like thunder erupted, the palm strike hitting Ye Luo directly in the chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
His face was deathly pale, his breathing extremely irregular, and it felt as if all his internal organs had suffered severe damage. The opponent's palm strike was immensely powerful, causing various degrees of injury to his meridians.
The Nine Yang True Qi inside his body became uncontrollable, rising chaotically, and a pained expression appeared on his face.