In the boundless, pitch-black wilderness, a thick fog surged, and two young men were locked in intense combat!
Qin Ming's left fist thundered down like a dazzling mini sun, burning away the night mist, causing nearby vegetation to collapse entirely. His light dispersed the darkness, thoroughly illuminating the area.
Yu Zhuohan did not retreat; instead, he waited there, choosing to confront his swiftly approaching opponent head-on, with a silver light blazing in his palm.
When their fists collided, it sounded like thunder under the cover of night, the loud noise carrying far into the distance.
In the distant mountains and forests, many raptors were startled, fluttering up into the night sky.
Qin Ming's right palm came crashing down like an avalanche of Outer Heaven Light, even more astounding in force, causing an explosive roar as the compressed air burst, and the night mist completely disintegrated.
