"Boom!!"
At the same time everyone was in shock, Zuo Hong's enormous figure stood proudly in the void, his fists unleashing a thunderous attack towards Isene and his group.
A heaven-covering, earth-covering surge of force suddenly arose, descending from the skies.
This punch, like the descent of a true Divine, smashed down from above.
It carried an endless force and will.
Before the radiance of the fist arrived, the pervasive intent of the fist had already reached through the air.
If ordinary people were here, they would likely be crushed into dust by this fist's intent.
"Not good!"
The faces of Isene and the other eight people changed, not even harboring the thought of contesting this fist radiance, but instead fleeing in all directions.
"Bang!"
But could the punch of a Half-step God be so easily evaded?
The might of this punch was only massive, terrifying to hear.
Even as the people fled in all directions, they were still enveloped by that enormous fist force.
