Zhao Yansi sensed danger approaching and immediately changed the direction of his punch. He twisted his waist and slammed his fist behind him.
His movements were swift and practiced, as if he had rehearsed them countless times.
The two fists collided with a bang. The resounding impact was deafening, like iron striking steel.
The sound seemed capable of piercing the human soul, leaving everyone shaken.
The fierce shockwave generated where the fists collided spread in all directions, sending the surrounding dust flying wildly like a miniature storm. The sight was enough to make anyone's heart tremble.
The battle between Zhao Yansi and Assistant Chen grew increasingly intense. They constantly shifted their positions, and before long, they had fought their way out of the prison.
Their figures intertwined beneath the night sky as the clash grew fiercer by the moment.
Zhao Yansi was no fool. He had chosen to stay behind and buy time, but he would not stand rooted to the spot. To do that would be throwing away his escape route.
He shifted the battlefield outside the prison and rapidly considered how to shake off the powerful enemy before him.
Assistant Chen's entanglement was difficult to escape. He had to create an opportunity himself.
A ruthless glint surfaced in Zhao Yansi's eyes. The Spiritual Energy fluctuations within him began to churn violently, and his aura grew heavy.
Seeing this, Assistant Chen's expression turned solemn. He watched his target warily.
The hazy Night Scene was like a layer of gauze, slowly enveloping the vast, boundless earth.
The clear moonlight resembled silver frost, spilling gently over the ground and illuminating the winding, twisting paths.
Wu Zhihua and He Jinxuan sprinted through the cold moonlight, their footsteps hurried and chaotic.
Their figures appeared and vanished beneath the moonlight, like two black