Messy Battle (2)

Li Wudi's expression was serious, his sharp eyes fixed on the unfolding battle. But it was nothing compared to the tension etched on Hu Yitian's face.

The burly cultivator stood directly in the path of the Green Thunder Lord's gathering energy, his body taut like a bowstring ready to snap.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, glistening under the eerie green light of the thunder aura. His hair, usually tied back in a neat ponytail, was now disheveled, strands sticking to his damp skin.

He didn't even have the chance to brush it aside—his focus was entirely on the Green Thunder Lord, who stood with a menacing grin plastered across his face.

Li Wudi knew what was coming. The Green Thunder Lord wasn't one for subtlety. His fighting style was brutal, relying on overwhelming force to crush his opponents.

Yet, there was something unnervingly precise about his techniques, something that allowed him to punch far above his weight.