The sudden flames limned Constantine's slightly pale face. The shadow from an incoming fist, gradually increasing in size, rapidly spread across the side of his face. Even before contact, it exhibited a horrifying power and promised an impact that could easily shatter a thick steel board.
At the same time, Ren Li stabbed three times. The green wind blade, thin yet sharp, went out horizontally, threatening to split her enemy into four.
In such a scenario, Constantine dared not hesitate. He decided at once. A dark, glowing gas, thick and sticky, sprang up around him. The black gas permeated the air and enveloped him.
Bam!
Lou Cheng's Jet Spray Punch landed on the dark glowing gas on Constantine's side. The gas dispersed quickly, splattering black blots everywhere. The clangor from the rapid collision sounded like construction work.
