There wasn't any sensation of fists colliding.
Luo Yaduo couldn't even feel the slightest touch, but then a bizarre scene unfolded.
The dull aura, like a starving tiger, scraped Ke Zhongye's flesh clean with its spiraling flow, yet the next moment it seemed as if a layer of dull armor had coated him.
On the pale bones, a mysterious "shell" had formed that Luo Yaduo could not comprehend.
This was the Power of Destruction.
It was a power that even the God of Strength and Muscle, throughout his entire life, even unto the moment of the Gods' War when he was slain by the rules, had never understood!
There was no sensation of touch, but at the very moment of contact, Luo Yaduo's spiral-muscled arm was utterly destroyed.
This was absolute destruction.
It was the "force" that longed for a culmination.
For Ke Zhongye, a third-order agent of the heavens, utilizing the Power of Destruction was actually very difficult.
It greatly compromised other functions of his body.
