"Die for me!" In the next moment, Su Chen suddenly looked up, his throat slightly trembling, and a voice erupted to the extreme, almost shattering all the space in front of him.
Accompanied by that thunderous shout.
Su Chen struck out with a punch.
The fist seal appeared blood-red, almost dripping with blood.
On the fist seal, there was an Ancient Soul Phantom merged, although it could only be used by Su Chen halfway, yet it was lifelike, as if an Ancient Behemoth was wreaking havoc on the fist seal.
The fist seal had no slightest breath fluctuations, nor was there any sound of friction or screeching. Only a sense of desolate antiquity worn away by millions of years.
The fist seal locked onto Ye Zhi.
In that instant, Ye Zhi's beautiful eyes frantically contracted, contracted to the extreme, deep in her eyes were shock, horror, disbelief, fear, apprehension, and panic.
She found that she couldn't escape the lock of Su Chen's fist seal.
