They were all releasing extremely strong power, their bodies carrying fierce gusts of wind, lifting the crimson gold stone plates off the ground, floating them in mid-air, only to shatter and explode afterward.
The two sides clashed many times, engaging in close combat. Qin Ming's fist marks and palm strikes were crystalline and bright, adorned with five-colored runes, showcasing the legacy of the Legendary Sky Light.
Finally, in a contest that left people dazzled, a cracking sound echoed from the scene, as the Sun Elf's silver hammer in his left hand split into four or five pieces and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, the stone-mill-sized golden hammer in his right hand was full of cracks, interwoven like a spider web.
He swung the hammer with full force, slamming it towards the transparent-minded youth in front of him.
This time, Qin Ming stood there without moving, merely extending his right arm and pointing a finger at the massive golden hammer.
