The aftermath of Lin Ce’s fist strike missed its target, slamming instead into a distant mountain and shattering it instantly with a deafening boom.
Lin Ce frowned, pondering for a moment as if he had realized something. He sneered, "Do you think you can escape?"
At that moment, within a pocket dimension, the Mingkong Demon Lord stood drenched in cold sweat, teeth gritted as he clutched his deeply sunken chest.
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