"You think you can escape?" Zheng Huang sneered, his voice filled with contempt as he pursued Feng Fan.
He kicked the ground and sprung into motion, chasing after Feng Fan.
Now that Zheng Huang had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm, Feng Fan's speed was no match for his.
Before Feng Fan could disappear into the fog, Zheng Huang had already closed the gap between them.
"Thunder Hawk Punch!"
A powerful, illusory hawk appeared behind Zheng Huang—no longer faint, but a vivid, striking image. The air crackled with energy as the hawk spread its wings, radiating an oppressive aura.
Feng Fan felt the overwhelming danger creeping up on him. His instincts screamed at him to act.
Gripping the Suppression Relic tightly with both hands, he turned around and raised it just in time to meet Zheng Huang's ferocious punch head-on.
