"Fang Ming, you have your reasons to win, and so do I. Who wins and who loses depends on who has more strength."
Sleeves fluttering, souls surging, vast and mighty, runes floating, radiant, the sound of footsteps, the ground suddenly emitted a blasting sound, as people raced like a speeding train.
A fist swung out, brilliant and powerful, like a meteor descending from the sky, its astounding power destroying the withering and decaying, blocking the massacre by the Gods, and the magic blocked the Demon's slaughter.
"Wuni Spring."
Facing the fierce Lin Chen, Fang Ming remained as calm as ever, waving his hand, as a mysterious force enveloped the surroundings like dense fog.
"Time slows down."
The Dust in the Forest, like lightning, suddenly slowed down like a tortoise. Fang Ming leisurely dodged. Dust in the Forest landed a punch on the ground, resonating through the skies. Mist formed and covered the earth.
Onlookers observed this scene, discussing endlessly.
