Without a doubt, this was an extreme operation of borrowed force using his own Form and Spirit Framework as a medium—a truly suicidal way to fight.
However, if the Ruin and Fall System did not fall into close combat, then fine; but once it entered this stage, this was basically how it worked.
On this point, Lao Pu was truly as orthodox a member of the Corrupted Blood Sect as they came!
A spray of blood burst between Lao Pu's face and Fei Sai's.
More than half of it ignited in midair, giving off a sharp, charred stench.
Fei Ang inevitably slowed his hand—if he still did not pull back, then under this dangerous method of borrowing force, Lao Pu's and Fei Sai's heads might both explode!
Then he watched helplessly as Lao Pu, blood shooting from all five features and seven orifices, rammed backward toward the conference room behind him with Fei Sai against his back, all four limbs off the ground.
The two of them slammed into the conference room's outer wall. Forget the conference room—the entire building shook with a boom. Dust sifted down, and cracks appeared across several sections of the wall.
Faint screams came from inside.
Lao Pu coughed up a mouthful of burning blood carrying a rotten smell.
And between his spine and the wall, Fei Sai's thick arm drooped down.
The arm followed the laws of physics, swinging weakly twice, then stopped moving.
Relying on their bloodline connection, Fei Ang knew his younger brother was still alive, but at this moment, he had indeed lost consciousness.
For a Physical Aspect cultivator to be knocked unconscious outright, the trauma to his brain had to be severe.
Fei Sai had not even used thirty percent of his abilities before passing out in such an absurd