Standing erect, Chen Hai was on the rooftop helipad.
His gaze was firmly locked onto the Apache attack helicopter soaring kilometers away in the sky.
"It's less than three kilometers away. Distance-wise, it should just barely be enough…"
Talking to himself, with his power already mustered, he made a tight fist and threw a punch.
Of course, the punch would only hit the empty air.
After all, the Kachin Army's Apache was still several kilometers away.
However, in Chen Hai's own field of vision, he clearly saw a giant fist, the size of a millstone, flickering in and out of existence between the tangible and intangible, flashing straight towards the direction of the incoming Apache.
With his Divine Soul shattered and merged into his body, even though he had not truly transcended and achieved Ascension to Sagehood, the attacks he launched were already carrying his own spiritual will.
