In the next second, a towering mountain-moving ape with coarse, jet-black fur lunged forward.
The gathered disciples of the Yi Sword Sect were caught completely off guard. Those who took the hit head-on were instantly reduced to mists of blood, while those fortunate enough to survive suffered from roiling internal energy and spat out mouthfuls of blood.
In an instant, they were sent flying—some collapsed, some sprawled awkwardly—able to barely remain standing but possessing no strength left to continue the fight.
Chapter 572