C785 A Bloody Battle in the Evening

Under the setting sun, there was a black-haired boy standing at the top of a mountain, throwing punches one by one.

The youth was bare-chested, and his angular muscles made him seem more energetic. One punch, one kick, and every movement he made caused his majestic aura to rise steadily, until it faintly formed a huge monster that could devour the heavens and the earth