"Young Master, what should we do now? We are simply not his match." A clansman asked in terror, devoid of any fighting spirit.
"Just with one breath he can force us back. His strength is indeed something we cannot contend with. His recklessness in killing our people shows he truly has such power." Jinwu Qing, the Seven-Star True Immortal, said gravely, his body trembling slightly, clearly trying hard to resist.
Jinwu Mie's face grew darker and more menacing, his eyes filled with murderous intent, almost burning with fire, his fists clenched in unprecedented frustration.
When had the Golden Crow Clan ever been so pathetic? When had they ever been stepped on?
In days past, the Golden Crow Clan only bullied others; when had they ever been bullied?
However, facing Feng Wuchen, they all felt a surge of overwhelming pressure, an insurmountable terrifying mountain.
It seemed as if Feng Wuchen was an invincible existence.
They simply couldn't overcome him.
