Under the blood-colored sky, the battle had reached a fever pitch.
A tiny figure was waving its fist towards the giant eyeball that obscured the entire sky.
This should have been a scene of an ant trying to stop a car, yet it presented a grandeur of mortals shaking the gods.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Fang Cheng was engulfed in crimson-gold flames.
Underneath his bronze skin, the knots of veins seemed like flowing lava.
His swelling muscles were like heated steel, unleashing unimaginable strength.
The blazing, bright flames danced wildly with his punches, as if they wanted to burn a hole through the sky.
One punch.
A hundred punches.
A thousand punches.
Tens of thousands of punches...
In an instant, the space in front of him was completely filled with countless fist shadows.
Each fist shadow dragged a crimson-gold flame tail, solidified like burning meteors.
Wherever the fist shadows reached, the space twisted and tore, emitting a constant sonic boom.
