Shi Feiyang's offensive was like an overwhelming tide, wave after wave, each more fierce than the last, advancing step by step, aiming to completely engulf his opponent. With his sixth step, the momentum around him had risen to a terrifying level, his clothes flapping loudly in the powerful airflow, playing the overture for the impending storm.
At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like an Erlang God descended to the mortal world, exuding an aura of awe-inspiring majesty.
When he took the seventh step, his entire aura reached the pinnacle, instantly merging with the vast heavens and earth, becoming an inseparable part of it. A sudden shout burst from his mouth, as loud as a great bell, shaking the leaves off the surrounding trees, and even the ground trembled slightly, unable to withstand the powerful sound waves.
In an instant, Shi Feiyang's hands turned into a blurred shadow, reaching towards Cui Deng's chest with dazzling speed.
