The silver moon hung high, and the stars filled the sky.
Two streaks of light flashed across, pulling along majestic airwaves in the night sky, their piercing cries spreading over a hundred miles as they roared.
Ying Chongyun's cultivation wasn't deeply versed in the Space Law, and his speed while flying with the magic artifact was merely average.
However, within mere moments, Chu Zheng had already caught up to Ying Chongyun. His muscles tensed, with Yin Yang Dual Qi circulating throughout his body, unleashing the light of thunderbolts as he fiercely threw a punch.
The void collapsed layer by layer, the wild wind cutting like a knife, an invisible Fist Gang reappeared, filled with the scent of blood, intertwined with the might of thunderbolts, and in a flicker, it hit right behind Ying Chongyun.
Boom!