"Uh! Uh!" From the depths of the deep pit, Zhou Qi was groaning.
He hadn't been struck directly, but a strike capable of Ascending to Saint Position was too terrible. Even just graze by the slightest edge, he had been shaken to the point where every bone in his body shattered, and he was half a step from death.
This was despite the fact that he was from the Supplementing Divine Temple, and he was wearing Treasured Armor; otherwise, he would surely have died.
Shi Qian opened his domain. Within a radius of tens of thousands of feet, everything was under his perception, every trifling matter, Mo Bu was unaware of it.
"Save me! Save me!" Zhou Qi reached out his hand, begging Shi Qian for his life.
Shi Qian didn't even glance at him, but a giant earthen hand emerged from the depths of the pit, slapping towards Zhou Qi.
Slap, although it was a hand made of mud, its power was remarkably great. With one slap, Zhou Qi was smashed into a blood mud.
