C982 Legend and Faith

The power of the overflowing fist was unstoppable. Su Hsingchen clenched his fists tightly as the black-clothed demon king kept on retreating.

Maybe it was in the time of six breaths, or maybe it was even shorter, Su Hsingchen had already thrown out thousands of punches that exceeded his limit.

What kind of concept was this?

In this world, if another thousand years passed