Chu Mo's fist, akin to a heavenly divine artifact, carried an unparalleled force.
Like a ten-thousand-pound boulder, it brought about utter despair.
That kind of unstoppable momentum, sweeping away everything in its path!
The dominance of Chu Mo's punch sent a chill down everyone's spine!
"Shit!"
In the same second, Dylan cursed loudly, his heart filled with boundless despair, but his fists still forcefully met the blow.
He knew very well that blocking this way, there might still be a sliver of hope for survival.
But, while the ideal is fine, reality is far too cruel!
Channeling all three layers of power inside his body onto his fists, even fully prepared for defense, the pressure from Chu Mo's fist brought him a deep sense of despair.
Indeed, that power made him feel as if his internal organs were nearly dislocated.
Bang bang bang!!!
Like thunderous explosions, Chu Mo's fist brutally smashed into Dylan's chest.
