Counter-Ambush
Fu Ziting's long hair flew upward, as though he had grown several extra arms. His raised legs and hands swayed and twisted through the air, his body spinning as he danced through the void like a phantom.
Buzzz...
His movements made him seem like a divine statue with three heads and six arms, carrying a mysterious artistic conception—primitive and ancient, as though it had been left behind on the murals of some prehistoric civilization... In that instant, his limbs formed a language, performing a mysterious dance with a strange symbolic power.
"Useless!"
Gu Huaifeng himself nearly became a gust of wind, a streak of light. His fist tore through the air, and a wave of air abruptly erupted. At the same time, his icy voice rang out.
"Fu Ziting, even if you truly grow three heads and six arms, you'll still die here today!"
At the same time, another utterly indifferent spiritual ripple transmitted over.
"With the four great Manifest Gods attending to you alone, dying at our hands is the highest honor you could receive..."
The speaker was the Manifest God with black claws. Invisible ripples swept forth, and those enormous claws seemed capable of tearing apart mountains, rivers, and all creation.
The azure sword light and the curved blade did not waver either. Both carried destructive ripples as they bombarded Fu Ziting's figure.
They did not care about Fu Ziting's counterattack at all. The four of them had gathered their greatest strength; they could absolutely kill Fu Ziting on the spot.
Swish!
Fu Ziting's brow twitched. With a tap of his foot, he became like sunlight illuminating a dark chamber, filling the eyes with brilliance. He twisted his body, and his thoughts spun with it.
This was the Doomsday Dance, a secret never passed down by the