Death Island.
Deep within.
Whoosh!
Li Wei looked up and saw a Martial Artist at least of the Void Realm, flying bodily, recklessly flamboyant.
Then.
Boom boom boom!
Various strands of Qi Force surged, each manifesting.
Fighting Spirit, Qi... various attacks landed on that silhouette, as if a fighter plane hit by a missile, exploding mid-air, dying a tragic death.
"Fools… On this island, the only ones who dare to fly are either Martial Maniacs confident in themselves or fools who become targets for attacks."
Li Wei's feet were firmly planted on the ground, incredibly steady.
Though he too could ride the air, the human body is not a bird; his instant explosive power, movement technique, and even terrain utilization on land far exceeded flying.
As he walked over a slope, his ear suddenly twitched.
Roar roar!
A saber-toothed tiger, over five meters tall, pounced out.
Its pouncing force was exceptionally amazing, even its fur tougher than steel!
