This seemingly ordinary palm strike kept magnifying in Jin Yi's eyes, as if it were covering the heavens and earth.
Within the magnified palm lines, there seemed to be endless mountains and rivers, traversing across it. On the nine dragons within the palm, each scale was like a nation, where the people lived in peace and contentment, free of worries.
Their troubles were all blocked by this palm.
At this moment, in Jin Yi's gaze, up, down, left, and right, in all directions, were landscapes within the palm, inescapable.
"Ahhh!"
Jin Yi was still unwilling to give up, staring upwards. Within the remaining metallic skull, echoed the desire to survive, cursing at the heavens, as if questioning the heavens.
But above him, there were no heavens, only Lin Qian's palm. His roar, naturally, was in vain.
The radiant soul energy on Jin Yi's metallic skeleton gradually dimmed, crushed to nothingness by the oppressive force within the palm.
