The Attack [II]

"Not good." Fei Hong was shocked. Instinctively, he folded back, but was still hit hard in the chest with a palm.

"Um.." Fei Hong exclaimed in pain. Although this palm happened to be blocked by the mysterious iron armor, Fei Hong still felt his chest tightened, and the true energy in his body trembled.

"Huh? You guys have some abilities." The man uttered in a soft but deadly voice. He appeared three meters away, and sneered at Fei Hong, who was able to stand firm. This palm was infused with the qi and aura of the cultivation base of the peak stage of the imperial realm. Fei Hong should have died under his palm at this moment, but he didn't expect it to be only a bit internal injuries.

Both sides knew that the most precious thing at this moment was time, and if they could defeat the other in a short time, the odds of winning would be a little better. So they all wanted to kill each other quickly in one face.