"Swoosh!"
Su Heng suddenly raised his head, his fingers shooting forward in a fierce grab.
Reddish, vigorous energy rose and fell like leaping flames, leaving shadows in the sunlight.
The lush branches overhead made a rustling noise as a tree limb, as thick as an adult's wrist and over a meter long, fell from the sky, now held in Su Heng's hand.
The intensified Yang Pole True Strength surged into the stout branch.
Hisss!
Streams of black smoke rose from the branch.
It was as if it had been placed in a furnace for roasting, with its moisture rapidly evaporating.
Crack!
Su Heng squeezed with his five fingers with force.
The branch shattered into several pieces, turning into grey-black charcoal chunks, which then fell to the ground.
