Dust filled the air, with dirt and rocks flying everywhere.
The two figures suddenly flew backward, each crashing onto the ground, forming a massive crater.
Zhong Lin leaped out of the crater, brushed the dust off his body, shook his head, and made a cracking sound with his bones.
Suo Yu also jumped out of the pit, looked down at his tattered clothes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were brimming with fighting spirit to the extreme.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
He roared towards the sky, a torrential stream of air spewing out from his mouth like thunder, dozens of feet high.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He spread his arms wide, and his ten fingers flickered continuously in the air. At the same time, with a step forward, he crossed hundreds of meters and arrived in front of Zhong Lin.
"Moon Stepping Strike."
"Earth Splitting Fist."
"Heavenly Walking Seal."
"Vajra Hand."
"Blood Shadow Strike."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
