After a futile attempt for a while, the distorted stomach finally realized this fact.
It frantically released dying frenzied spiritual energy fluctuations, desperately trying to use these fluctuations to influence Chen Ming.
But obviously, this was also in vain.
The spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the dimension infection gradually dissipated in the experiment center.
All that was left here were masses of twisted, gradually shriveling flesh.
Having already shed the terrifying speed on his body, Chen Ming stood steadily on the ground, wiped his face, and wiped off all the blood and various sticky liquids.
He turned around to look at the achievement he had made with just one punch, confirming that the dimension-infected entity was completely dead, and the spiritual energy fluctuations had also begun to dissipate gradually.
He silently stared at his own fist for a long time.
His heart was filled with a sense of indulgent outpouring of power.
