"I told you, it's useless. It's too late."
Chen Yun sighed and slowly extended his left hand.
"Pa!"
Chen Yun shouted softly. He clenched his left hand and pulled in the air.
Clang!
The White Fox King, who was running rapidly in the void, condensed in the void. With Chen Yun as the center, time seemed to stop flowing within a radius of several kilometers. An incomparably shocked expression froze on the White Fox King's face.
Chen Yun turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he did not care at all. There was no joy or sadness in his eyes. Only the figure of the White Fox King was reflected.
"Slash!"
Chen Yun took a step forward, clenched his left hand, and slashed out from afar.
Splash!
When this punch was thrown, it was as if the river of time had been split into two. An invisible fist light crossed a hundred meters, enveloped the White Fox King, and slashed across his body.
Crack!