"The heavens have been turned upside down!"
Sun Dingxiu's eyes were filled with shock. The long staff in his hand never stopped moving, whirling through the air to shatter the shockwaves.
At times, it sounded like cloth being torn apart; at times, like mountains and rocks collapsing.
Watching such a savage battle was no easy task. Several Mighty Warriors had already withdrawn from the battlefield one after another, seeking safer places to tend to their wounds.
Who could have imagined Zhou You would be so formidable? He first defeated Zheng Feixiong, then fought the Tiger Corpse, never once falling into a disadvantage across two consecutive battles.
Who was the Tiger Corpse? The founder of Dayin Mountain, the forefather of the northern tiger-fist school.
In theory, Zhou You was also one of the Tiger Corpse's disciples and descendants. Yet now, this junior was fighting his ancestor evenly.
Waves of bloody wind swept through the air, crimson light flashing past. One whiff was enough to conjure scenes of a surging sea of blood and mountains of floating corpses within the mind.
The Tiger Corpse transformed into a hundred-zhang ferocious tiger, stretching across most of the sky. Tiger baleful intent condensed around its body, churning and surging, so dense that it continually formed massive balls of lightning that rolled down like a torrential downpour, smashing down over their heads.
This was Kuiniu's innate talent for controlling lightning. Zhou You had also cultivated a little of it before, but seeing the Tiger Corpse's momentum, which seemed capable of swallowing heaven and earth, made his own efforts look like a witch before a great wizard.
"Good!"
Zhou You was immersed in the power and ferocity of the Qiongqi Transformation. Millstone-sized black lightning spheres fell upon him, only for him to raise a claw and crush