"Burst you open, will you still pretend?"
Before Tang Yi's words fell, his four arms, with two firmly grasping the blood incarnation and the other two simultaneously unleashing the Prajna Palm, bombarded the blood incarnation relentlessly.
He unleashed hundreds of palms in sequence, striking hard against the blood incarnation, with the towering palm force creating a series of thunderous sounds upon impact.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
With each palm Tang Yi struck, a thunderous boom sounded upon the blood incarnation, and at the same time, a mist of blood inevitably burst from it.
After hundreds of palms, Tang Yi suddenly felt a lightness in his hands, looked down, and saw a thick mist of blood floating before him, while the blood incarnation previously grasped firmly in his hands had now vanished without a trace, turned into the mist of blood slowly falling to the ground.
"Is it dead just like that?"
Tang Yi frowned slightly.