A violent gale surged and billowed like raging waves, shaking the streets and ripping up layers of stone from the ground before flinging them into the sky.
Su Feng slashed out with his blade, and together with his berserk spiritual pressure, he turned the surrounding area into a scene of apocalypse.
With her life on the line, Suzumebachi unleashed her final reserves of potential. Her petite form became a yellow flash as she tried to escape the range of the gale.
Yet not only did the wind cover an enormous area, Su Feng's spiritual pressure extended all the way to the edge of sight.
Although Suzumebachi was astonishingly fast, under this double pressure, she became like a fallen leaf in the wind, a small boat on the sea, unable to steady herself enough to choose an evasive direction.
The incoming wind blades nearly cut her in half, leaving her completely unable to fight back.
With victory in sight, Su Feng increased his output.
The gale grew ever more terrifying. Dust swept upward, nearly swallowing the surrounding squad barracks as well. Vaguely, the shape of a giant dragon seemed to gather within it, unleashing a soundless, intimidating roar.
Riding the gale, Su Feng brazenly entered the howling storm. The winds around him not only did not hinder him, but instead became his support, raising his Shunpo speed by another level.
By the time Suzumebachi came to her senses, she was already covered by a giant hand, with no possibility of turning things around.
"Bastard, let me go!"
Suzumebachi struggled desperately, trying to leave a Bee Crest on Su Feng.
But before the small blade on her right arm could fall, a numbing crackle sounded beside her ears.
The next moment.
Blue-violet lightning burst from Su Feng's palm, and a terrifying current