"Xiao Mu, it looks like you are at the end of your rope."
"Any grievances between your Xiao Clan and our Feng Family should be settled all at once today." Not long after, Feng Zhen floated directly into midair above the Forest of Death, waves of unusually dazzling silver light flashing all over his body.
This silver light was none of Feng Zhen's Dou Xian Power; wind-attribute Dou Xian Power was terrifyingly formidable in both speed and might.
"This wind-attribute Dou Xian Power of yours really is extraordinary." Xiao Mu wiped a few drops of fresh blood from the corner of his mouth before speaking.
The brief exchange just now had already plunged Xiao Mu into a stalemate. After all, ever since Xiao Mu escaped from the Human Realm Center, he had been continuously hunted down by Feng Zhen. He had suffered quite a few injuries along the way, and his strength was naturally greatly compromised.
"Xiao Mu, you are dead today!" The corners of Feng Zhen's mouth curled into an exceptionally brilliant smile.
Rays of piercing, shrill wind-breaking sounds erupted directly from within Feng Zhen's body. At the same time, the ghost qi in midair over the Forest of Death receded at rapid speed, clearly terrified of this power belonging to Feng Zhen.
"A full-strength strike from a Three-Star Dou Xian..."
"Golden Dragon King, if you don't make a move, I'm afraid I'll perish here." Xiao Mu's handsome face could not help but well up with a trace of panic; clearly, the power Feng Zhen was wielding at the moment was far too formidable for him.
"Hahaha!"
"Xiao Mu, go to hell!" A massive long spear, formed by the convergence of countless silver, wind-attribute Dou Xian Power beams, violently swept toward Xiao Mu. Wherever it passed, vegetation was utterly