Qingyang's Great Handprint frequently struck, and anything touched by it turned into mush.
However, there were exceptions!
Luo Chen's gaze paused, falling on a huge crocodile frantically fleeing.
"Is this the Third-Order Abyssal Crocodile? Its defensive abilities are indeed outstanding, even able to withstand my Qingyang's Great Handprint."
With a thought, Luo Chen swooped down, heading straight for the mountain-esque giant crocodile.
Realizing the enemy was in pursuit, the Abyssal Crocodile was unwilling to await its doom, whipping its terrifying tail which smashed the rocks ahead as if they were dried mud.
The crocodile tail swung, aiming directly at Luo Chen.
"Hmph!"
Luo Chen snorted lightly, his palms suddenly expanding, gripping the crocodile tail at the critical moment.
His feet rooted into the earth, unmoving like a mountain.
A low roar.
"Lift!"
