Crushing

Su Zimo did not give Feng Yin any time to think or catch his breath.

Relying on his spirit perception, Su Zimo continued to engage Feng Yin in melee combat and his fingernails popped out with a cold glint. They were sharp like sabers and swords as they flew up and down with ferocious attacks!

Each time he attacked, Su Zimo's body would be accompanied by a series of dragon roars that were incomparably loud and shook the world. His aura was torrential and he looked down on the world!

To everyone, Su Zimo seemed to have vanished.

If everyone closed their eyes and merely scanned with their spirit consciousnesses, they would see a divine dragon with sharp fangs and claws soaring through the green stone battlefield, shaking its head and wagging its tail while biting!

In the face of the divine dragon, Feng Yin was as insignificant as an ant, like a mayfly that wanted to shake a tree!

"Where did Su Zimo learn his offensive skills?"