With this punch, Sima You Yue had exhausted her strength. Everyone felt that her fist carried infinite power as if to destroy the world.
The punch collided with the spirit power condensed white bird. There was no sound, but everyone could see the white bird crack and dissipate.
"How is this possible! I have blessed it with the power of faith. How could you counter it!" Zong Zheng Han Yue thought this was his special ability and could be used to deal with Sima You Yue. She didn't expect that none of her abilities would work.
"Do you think that only you have the power of faith?" Sima You Yue blew on her fists. "Although I don't know what method you used to increase your strength so quickly, since you used a secret method, you don't have the pure power of faith like mine. You are far behind."
"How is it possible?! How could you have the power of faith." Zong Zheng Han Yue didn't dare to believe it. Her expression became savage.
