Close-quarters combat was exactly what Fu Qian had been hoping for, but when he saw Feng Yunhong's movements, he had no intention of meeting him head-on. Instead, he took off running.
And so a bizarre sight unfolded. Before, Fu Qian had been chasing Feng Yunhong to get close. Now the roles were completely reversed: Feng Yunhong chased after him with bloodshot eyes, while Fu Qian sprinted ahead like he was running a marathon, occasionally turning around to whip him.
"Bastard!"
With a desperate roar, Feng Yunhong's body lurched to a halt.
The next moment, a dull explosion rang out. His entire body burst apart from head to toe, forming an unstoppable storm.
But even this terrifying attack fell just short. In the end, it couldn't reach Fu Qian up ahead.
I knew you'd use that move.
Fu Qian snorted.
He was thinking way too much. Back when I was kiting people eight yards away, you were probably still playing in the mud!
Just a step away, Feng Yunhong's self-detonation was filled with grief and despair.
As he was blown to pieces, the bloodstorm that had previously devoured Li Weixuan and the others appeared once more.
Countless blood faces roared wildly within it.
When the storm finally died down, the area around the stone throne was drenched in blood.
Before long, the streams of blood covering the ground began to slowly converge again.
"Your methods are impressive."
"Unfortunately, as long as I'm here, I can never die."
Feng Yunhong's voice rang out, no longer as frenzied as before.
His self-detonation hadn't managed to hurt Fu Qian, but it had allowed him to break free from his abnormal mental state.
That line really lacked any creativity!
Fu Qian shook his head. He was absolutely certain he'd heard it once already.
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