Chapter 1232: Valley of Chill

As Wyatt's voice dissipated, a surge of multicolored power rose from his body and, in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge hand above the middle-aged man's head in the void.

Boom!

The hand fell, the air trembled, and it made a noise akin to that of the earth heaving and mountains shaking.

In an instant, before the middle-aged man could react, he was enveloped by the massive hand, which then slammed him towards the ground.

Bang!

A loud noise echoed as the colossal hand crashed down, leaving a giant palm imprint on the stone platform before it finally vanished without a trace.

"Wow!!"

The middle-aged man was now forcefully smashed into the stone platform, severely injured and motionless for a long while before stirring ever so slightly. As soon as there was movement, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood clots mixed with dark blood.

Silence.

A death-like stillness swept over the scene.