A shadow streaked across the sky, smashing toward the suddenly appearing eye in the heavens in an instant.
The Essence, Qi, and Spirit on Wu Ye's body were all burning, and golden light was blooming in his eyes.
The surrounding world seemed to merge with him.
As he punched out, it carried a force that could overturn rivers and seas. The surrounding Spiritual Qi became violent in an instant, and a storm suddenly descended. The endless gale caused the people of Mingwu City to sway, only some Martial Artists and cultivators could barely continue to watch the sky.
"Die!"
Every cell in Wu Ye's body seemed to be vibrating. Even if there were a giant city in front of him, Wu Ye had the confidence to destroy it.
"Screech—"
A slight sound rang out as a crack suddenly appeared on the eye, and from the crack extended a slender, mucus-covered white arm.
The arm was not thick, resembling the frail arm of a young maiden.
