Bang!!
Accompanied by a thunderous noise, Chu Mo almost flew out entirely.
It was like the explosion of a tank, the force of it making Chu Mo's whole body nearly burst skin and flesh.
Yi Zhiheng glanced at Chu Mo and sneered, "Not bad, the toughness of your body exceeds my expectations! But it's precisely because of this, I can fully vent the hatred in my heart! If you were too weak to withstand a single blow and died in one move, I, Yi Zhiheng, would actually be quite displeased."
As he spoke, Yi Zhiheng steadily advanced towards Chu Mo.
His aura was incredibly oppressive and heavy.
So much so that as he walked, the entire air seemed to crack and shake.
This was the imposing pressure brought by a Xuan Ning period powerhouse.
In the blink of an eye.
Boom!!!
Another punch smashed toward Chu Mo's chest.
Bang!!
Chu Mo was flung backward again, crashing heavily to the ground like a tumbling kite.
