"Boom—"
Yan Moshan's body was once again blasted toward the ground by Asquen, directly creating a crater on the surface with a diameter of over three meters, resembling that of a meteorite impact.
At the sight of this scene, everyone began to harbor doubts about Yan Moshan's strength.
"How could this be? My brother is so strong, how could he be beaten so badly?" Ma Long asked in disbelief.
"It's useless, no matter how strong you are, it's useless! Because he is not facing just anyone, but a terrifying warrior who once reigned supreme over the entire Feathermen Tribe—Asquen!"
Li Luo looked toward the sky and then at the black shadow rapidly surging toward the ground, and said with a trembling voice.
"Asquen?" Ma Long repeated the name.
"That's right, during his strongest decade, he killed dozens of Four-level practitioners of your human race with his bare hands!" Li Luo explained once more.