Suddenly, countless white feathers flashed like a violent storm, striking innumerable sparks against the other figure's body.
But the next moment, a foot shot out at a bizarre speed and slammed into Yang An's side. A terrifying force washed over him, sending him flying once more. He didn't stop until he was six hundred meters away.
Countless White Feathers fanned out behind him like sharp blades, each one glowing with a dark red light, much like a peacock displaying its tail. Yet, they couldn't break through the creature's defenses.
The ugly man, on the other hand, gave Yang An the distinct impression that it grew stronger the more they fought.
In the short time since its appearance, both its combat power and the defensive strength of the Curse Seals on its body had been growing at an unnatural rate.
'This is wrong!'
'Is it the Power of Rules?'
After three exchanges, Yang An finally realized something.
