Without reaching the Peak of Perfection, it poses no threat to him; with mere physical strength, he can crush any opponent.
Shi Bumi is clearly aware of this, his expression growing increasingly menacing and fierce.
"Boom!"
The air was agitated.
A massive shadow stepped through the void, its body composed of patches of flesh, severed limbs, and skulls.
Clearly assembled from countless corpses.
"Die!"
The shadow clenched its fists, as large as millstones, stirring the air with Powerful Qi and smashed down fiercely toward Fang Zheng.
"Bang!"
The fist halted mid-air.
Fang Zheng raised one hand high, the rocks beneath him crumbling, forcibly withstanding the blow.
"Swish!"
The shadow quivered, and two more pairs of arms suddenly grew from its waist and ribs, four fists abruptly striking out.
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng retreated a step.
The Protective Force was forced out by the opponent; although uninjured, it began depleting his strength.
"Ha ha..."
'Shi Bumi' laughed heartily:
