In the sky, the tide of battle shifted suddenly.
After a "presentation" escape, before the Black Robed Wizard could stabilize his form, Jeming's figure clung to him again, like an affliction of the bones!
This time, the law patterns surrounding the Black Robed Wizard appeared noticeably irregular and dim, with intermittent breaks.
Under Jeming's relentless pressure, the wizard's "quota" within this unit of time was completely exhausted.
Jeming didn't miss this opportunity.
He swung his fist, which had been accumulating power for a long time, without any decoration or feint, delivering the purest frontal strike!
The dark golden fist edge, like the spear of judgment piercing the heavens and earth, carried the determination to destroy everything and effortlessly tore through the fragile defensive law layer on the Black Robed Wizard's chest, and pierced his torso fiercely!
Puff!
With a dull sound, blood and flesh burst!
