BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—
The sound of thousands of bombs detonating rang out once more.
The shockwaves from the Fist Force were as dense as ripples on a lake in the rain, annihilating its body from the inside out in every direction.
BOOM!!
In the center of the thousands of shattered red and white ice fragments,
an ink wash painting could be seen suspended in the air. Within the painting, aside from the scenery of Harvest Village, hung a small, bone-white sun.
Within the ink-wash village,
the lone little figure made of black and white ink in front of a house revealed a look of terror and began to beg for mercy. "Wait, don't kill me! I can submit to you as my master!"
"Primordial Magnetic Tribulation Finger!"
But the only response it received was Shen Wu Dao's glacial voice, devoid of any emotion.
HUM!
In the next instant,
the Dark Magnetic Domain that enveloped the fifty-meter radius of sky and earth suddenly contracted.
