Whoosh!
When the stone grazed by his cheek, simply the wind it stirred up left a deep gash on his face, exposing the bone beneath.
Qi Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his breathing quickened.
He felt his scalp go numb.
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
It wasn't over yet.
The sound of air breaking continued one after another.
A large amount of shattered stones shot viciously in his direction.
"Inhale--"
Qi Ming's pupils shrank.
Without a moment of hesitation, he simultaneously activated the Breathing State and retreated at breakneck speed.
He didn't want to experience the sensation of being hit by these stones head-on.
During the retreat,
Qi Ming barely managed to avoid the barrage of stones.
His distance from the battlefield grew further and further.
It wasn't until he was about two hundred meters away that Qi Ming stopped.
His face showed a lingering fear.
And amidst that fear, there was a hint of disbelief.
"What level of power... is this?"
