The blue spectral hands left huge impressions in the handkerchief wherever they struck.

Even Zu An began to wonder if Old Mi would be crushed into ground meat inside.

Though he was suspicious of Old Mi’s true objective, the two of them had spent quite some time together, after all. He still hoped to see Old Mi win.

Of course, the best outcome would be for both of them to wear each other out.

Thankfully, Old Mi wasn’t so easily dealt with. The handkerchief bulged as Old Mi aimed a fist at Wei Dan from inside.

Wei Dan frowned. The frequency of his strikes increased, raining blows on the handkerchief with greater urgency.

Numerous hand-shaped imprints appeared on the giant handkerchief.

At the same time, numerous fist-shaped bulges pushed outward from within the handkerchief in quick succession.

The two of them were clearly exchanging blows, despite the distance between them.

Suddenly,...