Ling Feng held the phantom of the Chaos Sword, exhaling slowly; the previous strike seemed to have unleashed all the pent-up frustration and grief in his heart.
Wu Yang's casual slaughter of innocent residents made Ling Feng, who had promised to protect the civilians, extremely angry.
In the ruins in the distance, a beam suddenly flipped over, its pointed end aiming at Ling Feng, and then shot toward him.
Facing the attacking beam, Ling Feng merely took a small step forward, swinging the Chaos Sword horizontally.
"Bang—Crack—"
The beam shattered instantly upon receiving the sword's blow, fragments swirling in the air, obscuring Ling Feng's view.
A gust of wind swept in from behind the wooden shards, and Wu Yang used the woodchips as cover, channeling the strength in his arm directly toward Ling Feng's face.
Ling Feng already knew that the weak attack of the beam was merely a trick; how could Wu Yang stand idly by waiting for Ling Feng to break it slowly?
