The fist winds howled, each punch causing a muffled boom in the night sky, like thunder exploding in the air.
The magic patterns beneath the iceberg instantly cracked open under the force of the fists.
Huge chunks of ice fell from the sky, splashing up water from the lake below with a thud, thud, thud.
Beside Qin Feng, phantoms of the Qilin, Black Tortoise, and Phoenix were distinctly roaming around.
A punch thrown, like the roar of a Qilin.
A punch thrown, like the Black Tortoise turning over.
A punch thrown, like the Phoenix spreading its wings.
With each punch, the cracks in the magic patterns on the iceberg grew larger, causing cold sweat to appear on Mao Shiba's face.
He was using nearly all his Spiritual Power, both manipulating the giant iceberg and repairing the magic patterns.
However, the speed of repair could not match the speed at which Qin Feng was causing destruction.
