Ye Feng calmly stood in place.
At this moment, he had entered the Holy Divine Form, his defense invincible, naturally capable of neutralizing the Ming Emperor's Avatar's offensive.
"Chaos Fist!"
Ye Feng instantly threw out tens of thousands of fist projections, while behind him, the illusion of a chaotic giant beast roared forward.
Boom!
The Ming Emperor's Avatar was blasted back a hundred zhang, lowered his head, and looked at his shattered right hand, his face darkened.
"How is this possible?"
He was utterly baffled.
Ye Feng's neck clearly looked weak enough to crush easily, yet when he gripped it, it was his own hand that broke instead?
Was this some sort of counter-damage Divine Skill?
The Ming Emperor's Avatar fell into deep thought.
On the ground.
Ye Feng stood calmly.
The Holy Divine Form was truly powerful, never disappointing—completely invincible in defense. Even to this day, not even the Hundred Tribulations Realm could break through it.
