At the foot of Middle Finger Peak.
Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of flesh striking flesh.
A wave of force exploded, transforming into solidified waves that spread in all directions.
The powerful pressure of the wind instantly swept up sand and stones.
At that moment, Feng Zhen also seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, his figure retreating.
"Deputy Prefect Feng, you've grown weaker!" Fang Daoquan said.
Then he smiled again. "No! I should say that I've grown stronger!"
Fang Daoquan was filled with confidence.
After that brief exchange, Feng Zhen, whom he had previously regarded as a formidable opponent, had been easily suppressed by him.
He instantly understood that after the transformation of his spirit, he could now crush Feng Zhen with ease.
Under the force of his Spiritual Pressure, even if Feng Zhen's strength had not declined in the slightest,
his overall power was suppressed by him, allowing him to display at most sixty to seventy percent of it. It was even more difficult for him to completely mobilize the strength throughout his body.
In their exchange, this manifested as a decline in Feng Zhen's strength.
But he knew that this was not actually the case. It was merely that Feng Zhen could no longer display his full strength before him.
Looking at the silent Feng Zhen, Fang Daoquan smiled once more.
Then his figure moved, instantly becoming like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The powerful pressure of the wind reached Feng Zhen before he did.
Feng Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze solemn.
"Prefecture Lord, I'll help you!" Just then,
a booming voice rang out beside him.
"Brother Liu, retreat quickly! You're no match for him!" Feng Zhen immediately shouted when he heard the voice from his side.
But at their level, even a short-distance