"Good!"
Qiang Liang responded, and with a flicker of his form, he vanished from his original position.
His speed was so fast, crossing tens of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, and reaching Feng Wuheng in front of him, his robust body stirring up a wild wind and terrifying Young Master Feng behind him into screaming.
Feng Wuheng's pupils shrank, his heart filled with immense fear, and goosebumps sprouted all over his body.
At that moment, he suddenly recalled a long-buried memory.
It was from 130,000 years ago, the same feeling of terror he had faced when confronting that demon.
From the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, from the depths of his soul to the surface of his body, was an unbearable chill.
Bang—
Qiang Liang's fist pierced through Feng Wuheng's chest, splattering blood on the face of Young Master Feng, making his expression even more horrifying.
