The Heavenly Pit was like a large bowl with a slope, with the light mist becoming denser as one descended.
Although the bottom of the colossal pit was not dim, the dazzling Spiritual Mist obscured visibility, so even with Qin Ming having removed his armor, nobody could see whether his arms were bare.
Of course, there were a few exceptions, such as Li Qingyue, whose Spiritual Eyes could penetrate the fog.
Wearing his cool Inner Armor, Qin Ming stood on the sloped ground, continuously practicing Yang Fist and Yin Fist. When he reached the essence of the technique, he merged them into Wuji Fist.
At this moment, as the fist techniques of Yin and Yang complemented each other, their power surged. His fists emitted a faint glow, with the force of both masculinity and gentleness ready to burst forth at any moment.
Next, the essence of the Earth's veins steamed under Qin Ming's feet, expanding from his feet to all parts of his body, filling him with strength.
