This claw was violent and sharp, incredibly vicious. The wind formed by the claw movement emitted a sizzling sound, leaving behind claw shadows. This was Feng Lin's peak performance, and any ordinary man would not be able to respond to that.
However, his enemy was not an ordinary man. With another twist, he turned 180 degrees and approached Feng Lin.
Both of his arms were shaking endlessly like throbbing spears. His energy was rapidly converged to one point along with the vibrations.
He drew a circular arc in the sky and trapped Feng Lin's dragon claw in it. This time, Feng Lin had nowhere to escape.
The moment they came into contact, Feng Lin felt a great twirling force change the direction of his attack. The force tore his hand, and his bones and muscles were crushed. It was excruciatingly painful.
The elder's hands were turning continuously like a millstone. They locked Feng Lin's arms so tight that he couldn't escape.
