C369 Potential Threat
Looming Threat:
Blood Fist, having penetrated all the ice shields, hurtled towards the priest's face.
The priest, with a vacant gaze, watched the fist barrel towards him, certain of his impending doom.
Yet, against all odds, Han Feng's fist halted mere centimeters from the priest's face, never actually making contact.
"Gulp..." Up close
