Situ Mingyue made her move, using her unique skill, the newly cultivated Lunar Divine Body.

She swung her delicate fist, like a fist carved from white jade, towards Zhang Yang's body.

Zhang Yang reached out and caught Situ Mingyue's fist, as if grasping ice that had endured for eons.

The power of extreme yin and cold, accompanied by a force capable of shattering mountains, surged from the fist.