Gongsun Bing's fists, though not fast, were very powerful.
Each of his punches, like a shaman dancing in the mire, seemed extraordinarily laborious, yet carried a peculiar beauty. And the prey caught in the mire could only howl in terror, powerless to struggle, until finally, they were crushed by the heavy pressure into masses of pulp.
The battle lines outside Black Prison Castle quickly shifted in favor of the wizards with Gongsun Bing's arrival.
Five-man hunting teams roamed the battlefield, with swordsmen wielding big swords charging fiercely, martial artists exuding overwhelming battle intent and striking forcefully, and a variety of magical creatures skirting the flanks. Of course, most wizards opted for the traditional method, flipping through their law books under the protection of battle formations, loudly reciting spells.
Spell lights shot in all directions, the multicolored magical radiance nearly outshining the light of the two suns in the sky.
