The momentum of subduing the demon transformed like a vast ink shadow rising against the wind, surging with his fist's momentum.
Pulling and dragging, like waves in succession, incessantly washing over the cliff wall.
Thunder light flickered in Meng Chuan's eyes, especially the left one, filled with a sense of annihilation, like an innate deity.
Within his body, star orbits connected closely by bloodlines, acupoints like stars, continually being violently burst open by newborn qi blood, filling up!
One... two...
three.
...
"Damn... Damn! Damn!!!
No, what's Brother Chuan doing in there?"
The mountain shook, and ink flow overflowed from the narrow gap of the closed-room, with the wind blowing, sweeping around.
Seeing this scene, Xu Qingfeng hurriedly jumped back, moving farther away from Meng Chuan's closed-room.
Yet he saw the corner of the wall and the gap of the door built into the mountain, as if being forcibly opened by something.
