"Wu wu wu..."
The fallen Fat Dragon groaned unconsciously from the intense pain coursing through his body.
Zhou Feng glanced at him indifferently. Without hesitation, he extended a finger, and a faint turquoise stream of air coiled around its tip.
"Wind and Thunder Finger!"
With one swift gesture, a finger-sized hole appeared in Fat Dragon's brow, and blood gushed forth!
...
"This kid has already reached the Innate realm; there's no need for me to follow anymore!" The face of the ugly man printed on the tree slowly retreated, transforming into a streak of black light that shot into the nearby void and vanished in an instant.
At the moment he disappeared, Zhou Mengjie, hidden away not far off, suddenly sensed it. Her gaze flickered, sweeping a glance over this direction, and her lips curled into a faint smile.
