C1588 Overpowering the Opponent with Numbers

Upon closer inspection, one could discern that Han Jiang's palm had darkened to a deep black, its lines resembling the intricate patterns of a turtle's shell.

Though his movements were slow, they bore the oppressive weight of a looming mountain, suffocating in their approach...

"Snap!"

But as he lifted his palm, Feng Yixiu swiftly seized Han Jiang's wrist.

Initially, Feng Yixiu was unfazed