At this point, Wu Zhâng was done playing games. His patience had worn thin, and he was determined to end Xiao Ming's life once and for all.
Unlike Zi Ling, who had been holding back a significant portion of his true power, Wu Zhâng unleashed everything he had without restraint.
The air around him crackled with energy, his aura surging like a tidal wave ready to crash.
PLOP!
For the briefest of moments, there was a deafening silence, as if the world itself had paused to witness what was about to unfold.
But that silence was shattered almost instantly as torrents of palm strikes rained down from the sky like meteors, each one carrying the weight of a mountain.
The sheer force of the attack was overwhelming, the ground trembling beneath the onslaught.
"Could this be the true power of the Mortal Soul Realm?" Xiao Ming thought, his mind reeling as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the attack.