C383 An Intense Battle

"Fog Hidden Hand!"

Lee Mo shouted in a low voice. Wisps of mist rose from his body, and his palm was faintly visible in the mist. It was difficult to distinguish between the two. When the palm struck, it was unpredictable and not something that an ordinary cultivator could deal with.

This palm struck one of the elders of Dragon Tiger Mountain's chest without any hindrance. With a cracking sound