At this moment, Wang Mang's simple and unadorned punch, as if containing endless power, bombarded the Messenger of Fate who exuded the aura of a Supreme God.
The Messenger of Fate continuously emitted a forbidden aura, and each time Wang Mang's fist landed on his face, this aura would intensify.
At the same time, Wang Mang found that his control over the black mist was gradually becoming less responsive.
The power of fate was interfering with his manipulation of the black mist.
As Wang Mang thought this, he immediately distanced himself from the Messenger of Fate.
At the same time, he drove the black mist to envelop his surroundings.
The eerie black mist seemed to contain endless negative energy, completely blocking the interference from the power of fate.
Seeing the Messenger of Fate's figure distort in his view, Wang Mang couldn't help but frown.
Although he kept attacking, the damage he caused seemed very limited.
This wasn't even the true body of fate.
