"I'll restrain Chen Feng here. The troops on both sides will take on the battle step by step. I reckon they won't be able to finish fighting in a short period of time, so we'll still be in a stalemate for a while. Next, it depends on how the battle develops…"
Zhou Jing calculated.
On the other side, Chen Feng had returned to the Dragon King Stronghold formation. Guo Haishen and the others hurriedly came forward.
"Brother, are you injured?"
Chen Feng casually put the spear aside and waved his hand, "I'm fine."
The leaders were still worried. After taking a closer look and confirming that Chen Feng was unscathed, they were relieved.
Fang Zhen swallowed and said with lingering fear,
"That Daoist used an earth-shattering method just now. Brothers are all worried for Brother… Could Perfected Master Windwalker really be an immortal who has descended to the mortal world? Is this method of summoning the wind and rain really something that can be done by human strength?!"
