Whir...
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, aimed directly at Yang Ting. The speed of the wind increased, eventually producing a "whooshing" sound.
At the moment when the wind reached its peak, Wei Chen suddenly moved. He seemed to ride the wind, like a majestic eagle or a flying dragon, mimicking the movements of a flying Demon Beast, as if he were a great flood beast flapping its wings, hurtling toward his prey.
Swoosh!
Like an eagle or a hawk, Wei Chen let out an inhuman screech and then his claw tore through the air, reaching down.
Upon seeing this, Yang Ting's pupils shrank dramatically. In the blink of an eye, he assumed a defensive stance, crossing his arms in front of his chest, swiftly condensing a layer of True Qi defense around himself.
Boom!
Wei Chen's claw struck Yang Ting's arms. The latter's feet scraped against the platform as he was violently pushed back, leaving behind a trail of intense sparks, retreating nearly twenty meters.
