Chapter 801 Combined Assault Technique

• “Hah, trash-tier fists.”
• Eric Goodwell let out a cold snort. He barely moved—just eased one step back—and before Elder He’s palm could touch Eric’s chest, Elder He’s whole body shuddered hard. A prickling numbness raced from his knuckles all the way up his right arm.
• The shock that hit Elder He was beyond words. He flipped back in a rush, retreating step after step until he reached Elder Bai’s side.