Knife shadows turned into countless afterimages, nearly invisible to the naked eye.
The entire space seemed like tofu, cracking open before everyone's eyes.
And around Yu Chengkong, the knife shadows began to envelope him.
Yet Yu Chengkong did not appear tense, but rather stood proudly in place.
Behind him, his black wings gently flapped once.
The entire space unexpectedly solidified effortlessly.
All the knife shadows, including Wang Yang, were imprisoned in place.
"Comparing speed with our Feather Clan?" Yu Chengkong chuckled lightly.
As his words fell, the crowd had not even seen his movements.
Wang Yang's screams then rang out.
His body fell from the sky, a large bloody hole gaping in his chest.
"Wang Brother," Shi Yuyan exclaimed.
"Let's save his life first," Lu Ze took a pill from the Storage Ring and placed it in Wang Yang's mouth.
Upon ingestion, a blast of cold air drifted away.
Wang Yang's entire body was bound by ice.