The Source of Disaster (4)

Before he knew it, the sky had completely darkened.

Nagato Munetsugu plunged headfirst into the old Nagato Family residence—before that, he had taken a heavy punch from the half-demon in the scarlet robe.

He easily smashed through the roof beam, then crashed through the floor. The moment Nagato Munetsugu got back to his feet, he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

So strong.

That was the only thought in his mind.

No... It wasn't that the other side was too strong. He was constantly growing weaker!

Nagato Munetsugu looked rather painfully at his own palm. Starting there, the fingers on his palm had somehow begun to show signs of fading.

He would disappear...

An inexplicable fear made Nagato Munetsugu feel insignificant. At that moment, the threat from the half-demon and the samurai still remained... He absolutely couldn't collapse here.

His body staggering, Nagato Munetsugu hurriedly felt his way forward.

Not long after he escaped, two figures landed at the opening in the roof at the same time. Zhui Feng looked at the pit Nagato Munetsugu had made, while Mo Xiaofei surveyed the surroundings, as if sensing something.

"Zhui Feng, how are you feeling?" Mo Xiaofei suddenly glanced at Zhui Feng and saw that his face was slightly pale.

"A little tired." Zhui Feng did not hide it and said directly, "My strength increased just now. It was a kind of secret technique, I suppose, so there was naturally a price to pay. Of course, it's also because I'm not strong enough! But, Big Brother, I'll definitely train harder from now on!"

Mo Xiaofei only smiled without saying anything. He casually patted Zhui Feng's shoulder, then rubbed his head. Whether in the main modern world or in this Yan Wuyue World, Mo Xiaofei looked considerably older than Zhui Feng.

"Strange,