——Did he... hold back?
An Jing's mind raced like lightning, swiftly considering various possibilities. But just as the fists of both parties were about to collide at the seventh fraction of a second, An Jing suddenly felt that the vast, solid dominance opposing his fist, which he couldn't take down in a short time, suddenly retreated.
At that moment, behind Yin Gujin, ripples of light appeared one after another.
Between heaven and earth, brilliant light suddenly illuminated the sky, spreading layer by layer, manifesting as wheels.
Dark blue, deep purple, crimson red, pure gold, gray-white, various ripples spread in waves toward all directions, forming hundreds of gigantic light wheels in the heavens.
Large and small, with both real and illusory light wheels rotating against each other, at different angles, different trajectories, and different directions, opening gates to different realms. Through these revolving gates, martial generals, god-like beings, stepped out.
