The scene fell into utter silence.
Those mountain bandits who just pleaded for mercy while rolling all over the ground are now laid on the ground, with not a single sign of movement.
"You’re courting death!"
An old hag suddenly yelled out, her aura icy cold. She soared into the sky like a giant hawk, swooping towards the carriage that Michael was in.
In an instant, she had closed the distance to the carriage to less than two or three meters. Her palm smacked towards him.
This palm stirred up a gust of wind, the sound of it cutting through the air was deafening. Forget the carriage, even a statue would be crushed easily under this attack!
From within the carriage, Michael retaliated with a palm strike!
Boom!!
The palms collided.
Aghast, the old hag was sent flying backwards for more than ten meters. Once she landed, she placed her right hand behind her back, it trembled uncontrollably.
"Snake Dragon Realm!"