In the next moment, a sly smile flashed at the corner of Vishdair's mouth, and the fist that was ready to strike suddenly stopped in front of the barrier.
In full view of the crowd, the fist that had been covered with a red glow was retracted, and the ether swirled around his right fist like a storm, continuing to gather strength right under the opponent's nose, as if he wanted to put all his power into this punch.
After a brief shock, Wu Jie realized there was no turning back, not wanting to waste the consumed spiritual power; he chose to maintain the barrier.
At the moment of reaching his limit, Vishdair's body suddenly arched, stepping back half a step, and then a punch was thrown——
Crack!
The translucent barrier shattered like a thin layer of glass after blocking for less than a second, with no effect of delay.
Then, that fist, redder and more terrifying than lava, landed heavily on the left side of the Molten Dragon Lizard's head.
BOOM!!!
