Before Yi Zheng could finish thinking, Zhu Yan had already approached, swinging its massive fist, eighty meters tall, barreling down on Yi Zheng.
Yi Zheng had no way to retreat, with ferocity shining in his eyes, he roared, "I'm going all out!"
Yi Zheng threw a punch back with all his might.
Boom!
With a loud crash, Yi Zheng felt as if he were an ordinary person struck by a train, his body flying backward like a cannonball. On the blood-red land, he plowed a long trench.
Before Yi Zheng could get up, an even more terrifying Gang Wind struck him. Looking up, he saw Zhu Yan falling from the sky, its foot stomping down.
At the same time, another flash of spiritual light crossed Yi Zheng's mind. It was the latest insight from Yi Zheng's clone mastering the "Dragon Fear Heart Scripture."
Yi Zheng absorbed it instantly, understood it, and then cursed, "Damn it, even a wisp of residual thought is this fierce?"
