Feng Haiyang seemed to have noticed his change. After the advancing Tribulation Water paused for a bit, as if wanting to contend with him, it suddenly rose into a hundred-zhang high wave. In a blink of an eye, five to six thousand devils surged out, rushing forward with a thunderous roar, storming in fiercely.
Zhang Yan was unafraid, let out a loud shout, his voice like a rushing flood, stepped forward, and with a boom, threw a punch.
In an instant, a shocking wave of Qi surged into the sky. With a loud rumble, three to four thousand devils were instantly blasted into pieces, shattered into countless Essence Qi. The remaining thousand or so charged fearlessly, each clawing at his body, but after a bout of biting, all that could be heard was the sound of cracking, unable to break through.
