He knew well that his brothers were in a dire battle and he must break through the immediate predicament to support them as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a meteor cutting through the cold night. He let out a roar, the sound of which pierced through the wind and rain, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly, tearing a rift in this oppressive world.
The knife and claw in his hands grew more fierce, each move carrying a lethal momentum, fiercely attacking the enemy. The splashing mud followed his movements, a manifestation of his anger and determination.
