The large hand was like a tiger's iron grip; once it held something, even steel would be twisted in an instant!
Compared to Li Zheng's fan-like large hand, the shadow fluttering in the darkness seemed as fragile as a pretzel, easily breakable.
"Die!"
The large hand clenched tightly, and a pair of purple flames suddenly doubled in size, almost bursting out from the eye sockets.
Whoosh!
"Something's wrong!" Li Zheng's heart tightened. The empty hand feeling was all too familiar to him; he was not holding the target, but only a shadow!
At that instant, a cold sensation came over his lower back, as if a cold venomous snake had crawled across it.
A matte black dagger came dangerously close to Li Zheng's skin, sending a wave of goosebumps across his back.
"Ice and Fire Attachment - Fire Element!"
With an enraged roar and clenched fist, he suddenly erupted in a scorching blaze, enveloping a half-meter radius around him.
