But she only struck air.
With a slight shift of his feet, Chu Fan had already appeared silently to her left.
Just as she spun around to strike, her momentum spent, Chu Fan's hand shot out like a claw, fast as lightning, reaching straight for the mask on her face!
Twelve True Forms Fist.
Dragon-shaped Claw!
The wind from the claw was as fierce as a Dragon's Roar, the air at his fingertips sharp as a blade. It compressed the atmosphere, twisting it with a shriek and tearing through the void with a piercing whistle!
The woman's blood ran cold, and every hair on her body stood on end!
The terrifying, immense force emanating from his fingertips gave her the horrifying sensation that her very bones were about to shatter—it was a tyrannical pressure capable of crushing Refined Gold!
