Three days later, deep in the night.
Chen Yu, with a heavy sword on his back and a spear in hand, occasionally unleashed roars of python-shaped fists shadows, a vague aura of evil qi cloud looming around him.
A fearsome, ghost-god-intimidating air of evil qi flickered in his eyes.
That invisible evil qi melded with his spiritual consciousness, nearly making the Meridian Passage Stage warriors tremble with fear with a mere glance, causing their inner qi to scatter.
This was the sight of the "Cloud Evil Fist" reaching its peak domain.
Chen Yu didn't rush to break through to higher levels.
While felling enemies with his fists, he deliberately condensed and refined that intangible evil qi, minimizing its range.
Sharpening his fist technique was unavoidable, but being too ostentatious was undesirable.
