Lin Hao sensed a crisis unlike any he had ever felt before.
With a sharp cry, Lin Hao shifted his body and threw a punch at a white cloud.
That white cloud was still a thousand miles away, yet as Lin Hao struck, a fist unexpectedly blasted out from within it.
The fist seemed to have been formed from the white cloud itself.
"He's finally making his move," Yun Boyang said from a distance, staring at the fist.
The fist met Lin Hao's in mid-air, causing a massive explosion.
The clouds in the void were instantly shattered by the shockwave!
Lin Hao's body, as steady as if on solid ground, slid backward through the void.
"To be able to take a blow with fifty percent of my power... you're not bad," a voice emanated from the white cloud.
It was the voice of a young man, very calm.
"That's..." However, upon hearing this voice, all the Martial Artists shuddered. They subconsciously retreated, the hair on their bodies standing on end.
