"Bang."
In a moment, Long Yan's fierce punch heavily hits the defense of Mad Dragon's momentum.
Powerful strength bursts forth, instantly tearing a gap in the momentum defense.
"Humph, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your capability!"
Mad Dragon sneers, even if Long Yan's punch could break through his momentum defense, the power has already been weakened by nearly 90%, and the remaining power is not even enough to tickle him.
"Mad Dragon, your death day has arrived."
In this lightning and flint moment, Long Yan transforms his fist into a finger, and a faint purple halo emerges on his index finger as he firmly presses it onto Mad Dragon's body.
"Sizzling."
With this finger, the overbearing power of the Poison God Finger pierces Mad Dragon's blood, and the power of the Poison God Finger instantly enters Mad Dragon's body.
"Not good."
Mad Dragon's face changes instantly, his gaze horrified.
"Puff."