As Zhou Yishui sneered and was about to launch a fatal attack on Dugu Ruoxu, his expression subtly changed.
Boom!!!
A giant fist print rushed towards him, with an overwhelming aura, like the weight of Mount Tai crashing down on him.
"Zhou Yishui! Take my fist!" Suddenly, Fang Lin appeared.
The giant fist print, like a mountain, rushed at Zhou Yishui, who snorted coldly, showing no fear. His left hand shot out and released a roar of a flood dragon. Suddenly, a phantom of a flood dragon flew out.
The flood dragon phantom and the fist print collided with a massive blast, setting off a terrifying wave that swept in all directions.
Fang Lin retreated, his face slightly stunned, while Zhou Yishui also retreated a distance, a shadowy color crossing his brows.
"So, you've come after all." Zhou Yishui coldly uttered, glancing at the now present Fang Lin, Mei Yingxue, and Wang Erdan.
