Looking at the woman who continued to command her black hair to attack him.
A hint of disdain flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
At this moment, the woman in his eyes was just like a jumping clown.
Knowing she's no match, yet insists on throwing herself against a rock, it's both ridiculous and sad.
Watching as a large amount of the woman's hair turned into white mist.
And at this moment.
The black hair that once filled the entire room was now less than sixty percent.
At this rate, it won't take long before it completely dissipates.
In contrast, the flame True Qi surrounding Chen Feng's body had only consumed a little, not even a tenth.
There's no choice.
The attributes naturally counteract each other.
This flame True Qi used to burn the black hair takes almost no effort.
Even less than the consumption of a standard martial art by Chen Feng.
At this rate.
Even if the woman exhausts all her black hair, she might not even consume one-third of Chen Feng's flame True Qi.
