In a single encounter, a Titled-level Armor was crushed like an ant!
Without any chance to resist!
Beside the expanding flames, before the scorching heat, Moon Demon Xing Yan was frozen in place, not daring to breathe deeply. He had just felt as if an incomparably vast hand from the heavens had seized the space around him.
Easily squeezed into a vacuum!
Everything within was naturally ground into powder and fragments.
Moon Demon Xing Yan shivered, goosebumps erupted violently, and a fleeting sense of panic and dread seized his trembling heart, as if he was falling off a cliff, drenched in cold sweat. Just now, he had been unafraid of facing death, yet now he was gasping for air. If that hand had brushed him in the slightest, half of his body would have been blasted into a spray of blood and flesh.
"Crack, crack..."
Moon Demon Xing Yan laboriously turned around, looking at the towering figure behind him.
His eyes widened suddenly.
"It's you!?"
"Bai Xiao!"
"Ah!!!"
