"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"
Soldier Cloud Skill Eight Transition, a total of eight Cloud Armor Thunder Spear Giants, launched an attack on Zhao Xing's clouds.
The sound of thunder shattering was endless.
It was a peculiar scene, as if eight people were frantically stabbing a stack of hay.
It appeared that Li Feng had the upper hand.
But the more he stabbed, the more something felt off.
His first thought was, Why isn't Zhao Xing fighting back? Surely he couldn't be this weak?
His second thought was, Why are my Cloud Armor Giants getting smaller? They're consuming too fast, aren't they?
By the time Li Feng realized that Zhao Xing's clouds were growing larger with each stab, he immediately sensed something was amiss.
"Damn it, this is definitely not Thunder Cloud Skill, could it be..."
Li Feng immediately tried to order the Cloud Armor Giants to retreat.
But at that moment, he discovered they were unable to move.