C252 Being Invincible Was also a Kind of Sorrow.

As the sound of his voice faded, a punch was thrown out. The inner strength on the fist was like a storm, rushing straight into the sky.

"Crack!"

The powerful fist force was like a flood that had just burst out, destroying everything in its path. It was clean, ruthless, and merciless. With a terrifying force, it shattered all the black curtains into pieces