In the blink of an eye, Xue An's figure, like a streak of light, had already charged forward.
Sui Han Divine General snorted coldly and swung down a palm.
The sky filled with clouds converged at once, transforming into a palm as large as a mile, striking down at Xue An like a claw of a cloud dragon.
Wherever the giant palm passed, the air was so cold that it even burst open from freezing.
Faced with such a formidable strike, Xue An neither dodged nor slowed down in the slightest. Instead, he charged straight up toward it as if his sword was slashing the sky.
Thud.
After a dull thud, the chill mist stirred up by their collision instantly spread out, enveloping the sky.
Sui Han was also forced back half a step and then looked towards the sky filled with chill mist with a hint of shock.
Is he dead?
Huo Geng couldn't help but harbor this doubt in his mind.
At that moment, the chill mist suddenly stirred violently, and then a figure, fast as lightning, burst out of it.