Lin Feng and Zhou Yang moved like lightning; no one could halt their advance, not even for half a second.
Blade flashes and blood spray marked their passage, accompanied by the chilling screams of the burly men attempting to block them. Soon, they had carved a bloody path forward.
This thirty-meter corridor had transformed into a path of blood in just tens of seconds. Countless crimson spatters seeped into the carpeted floor and splashed onto the ornate walls, dyeing everything a deep red.
Lin Feng had already reached the third level of Inner Strength. In a confined space like this corridor, ordinary men posed no threat to him. Furthermore, with Zhou Yang's expert coordination, they had managed to incapacitate nearly a hundred opponents, yet, astonishingly, not a single one had managed to even touch Lin Feng.
