Fang Zhixing's gaze flickered, and for a moment, he could not discern the intricacies of the situation.
Before he could give an order, Xigou suddenly leapt up and lunged at one of the red-faced youths.
"Borrowing power!"
The red-faced youth was somewhat nervous, and upon seeing Xigou pounce, he let out a terrified roar.
In an instant, he felt a horrifying force being transferred to him.
"So strong, I am!"
A gleam of admiration flashed in the red-faced youth's eyes, his muscles suddenly bulged, and he threw a punch.
"Awoo~"
Xigou was suddenly repelled back, crashing with a thud at Fang Zhixing's feet.
Fang Zhixing glanced at Xigou and found that his nose was bleeding, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.
"Be careful, Fang Zhixing, this formation has some tricks to it."
Xigou got up, his nosebleed dripping profusely onto the ground, the pain unbearable.
Fang Zhixing asked, "How much fist power did you endure?"
