After a long while, the Wuji in the void slowly raised his hands, which had now solidified, and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.
"I don't care if you are some kind of monster or the incarnation of the Primordial Spirit—you are going to die today."
As he spoke, he clenched his black-gold fist and threw a punch. Accompanied by a terrifying thunderclap, a massive fist manifested in purple-black light, surging directly toward the wall of light condensed by Tang Xian.
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