The Land of Isolation
編輯: Misty Cloud Translations
"What are you...what are you going to do?"
The devilry cultivator's voice quivered. He felt a deathly breath enveloping him and couldn't help but regret it. If he had known it earlier, seeing that this person was alone, he would not have attacked him.
Feng Jiu stared at him without saying anything, but the mystical energy breath in her body started surging. The moment she plunged her broadsword into the ground, her figure flashed, striking him fiercely with fists charged with mystical energy breath.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!"
The devilry cultivator was stupefied for a moment when her strikes thumped loudly. He didn't dodge in time and had to suffer the blows from Feng Jiu's attacks.
There was a dark force in each blow. Every strike was like a hammer, with a dull, heavy thumping sound that was unusually clear, punctuated by the sharp crackling of broken bones.
"Aah…"