Gathering Peaks, Furious Waves

Boom! Di Jiu swung a fist as he was standing outside the swamp. A giant rock at least three meters in circumference was turned to dust.

Di Jiu frowned, but did not continue. He had been swinging this fist for more than a month, yet he still felt that something was missing.

This subtle feeling was indeed strange. Although he seemed to have attained a very powerful form in this fist, he still believed that his fist could be even more formidable and create an even stranger feeling.

He, Geng Ji and Little Tree had been cultivating underneath this swamp for more than a year. No one had come so far, except for a few swamp demon beasts, perhaps because they had run a significant distance away.