Boom!!!!
A torrent of air rushed towards him like a flood in the direction he was running.
A long trench was left behind him, as if harshly plowed through.
And a vacuum area created by the brute force of Wang Ye's fleshly body.
But this vacuum area lasted only half a second before being backfilled by a massive stream of air.
Due to the speed at which his toenails scraped the ground, countless sparks and tiny flames remained in place. These sparks quickly vanished after appearing, but Wang Ye's feet continued to scrape against the surface, producing a constant stream of sparks, looking quite intimidating.
Meanwhile.
Wang Ye continued to sprint forward at 200 meters per second. His legs moved at a speed exceeding ten times per second, with increasing wind resistance in front as countless grit struck his cheeks at the same speed, causing his skin to tingle slightly.
Thankfully, the Gang Qi served as a shield, absorbing the impact of the grit, preventing harm.
