"Luo Tian, where are you? Get out here!"
Ying Feihang roared, brimming with killing intent.
But the wind howled and yellow sand filled the sky, severely limiting his visibility.
Coupled with Luo Tian's exceptional Body Technique, Ying Feihang had no hope of finding him unless he got close.
He, on the other hand, was being hunted by four Yellow Sand Giants, putting him in a perilous situation.
RUMBLE!
A Yellow Sand Giant swung its arm, whipping up a violent sandstorm that blasted forward as a shockwave!
With his negative emotions amplified, Ying Feihang was agitated and not in peak condition, leaving him vulnerable to the attack.
THUD!
Ying Feihang was sent flying over ten meters. He tumbled to the ground, a bloody gash now marring his body.
Fortunately, his torso was protected by Inner Armor. Otherwise, that last blow would have severely wounded him.
The sight of his own blood and the sharp pain cleared his head a little.
'That brat's Body Technique is incredible...'
