Suppression

After landing, the ancestor took on a stance that was akin to the staunch grass. Lying close to the ground, he was tenacious and indomitable, unmoved by fists and unbroken by psychic attacks.

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, he lay close to the ground on all fours and with an astonishing speed, appeared hundreds of meters away.

Chu Feng followed close, his black dagger always chasing the vital areas. One expert in pursuit and another evading, their destructive power was overwhelming.

They were both utilizing supersonic speeds, detonating the air around them along with the giant stones and trees in their wake—nothing could stop them.

At these speeds, the strain on the physical body was immense. One would be lacerated badly without sufficient strength.

Boom!

A rock over ten meters big was smashed to pieces as the Mount Pan ancestor ran into it, scattering debris everywhere. He was like a missile in flight, terribly destructive.