On the Holy War Platform, the scene of Ye Fan holding up a mountain with one hand was carved deep into everyone's mind, something they would never forget no matter how much time passed.
"Boom!"
Not long after Ma Takong was slapped into the ground by Ye Fan's Immortal Stele Scattering Hand, that hoof like a Divine Mountain suddenly collapsed as well, turning into a chaotic energy current that raged across the entire Holy War Platform.
Ye Fan's whole body radiated golden light; the chaotic energy currents couldn't do anything to him at all, instead setting him off like an undying War God who had survived a hundred battles.
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
His black hair danced wildly in the gale, his robes snapping in the wind. Ye Fan strode toward the black light palm, not intending to give his opponent any chance.
