"Second Soul Skill-Black Feather Shield!"
He Tiancheng shouted in a low voice. His yellow soul ring gleamed in the night sky, and dark elements instantly enveloped his arms, making them hard as iron.
The Black Feather Crane let out a sky-shaking cry. As it beat its wings, feathers rapidly gathered on He Tiancheng's arms, forming a sturdy shield.
However, He Tiancheng was gravely wounded, and his strength had diminished considerably.
Although the Black Feather Shield he had condensed with all his might was exceptionally sturdy, it could not fully withstand Zhu Yanfeng's blow, which struck with thunderous might.
The enormous fist slammed into the shield with a dull thud.
Beyond physical strength, the Bright Wave Stone Fist soul skill compressed fierce, powerful punching force to unleash a continuous wave of soul power vibrations.
Normally, Black Feather Shield could reflect some force, but that effect was useless against these vibration waves.
He Tiancheng felt tremendous force surge through his arms. An irresistible power sent his entire body flying.
He instantly lost his balance and pitched forward onto the ground.
At the same time, searing pain shot through his internal organs, forcing a scream from his throat.
The blood spilling from the corner of his mouth seemed unwilling to stop. He Tiancheng's injuries had clearly worsened.
Lying on the ground, he looked into Zhu Yanfeng's cold, resolute eyes, and despair welled up inside him.
He knew he had reached a dead end. Turning the tables now was all but impossible.
Zhu Yanfeng gave him no chance to catch his breath. In a flash, he appeared beside He Tiancheng, planted a foot on his chest, and ground down hard.
"Talk. What exactly are you after?" Zhu Yanfeng asked coldly, an icy gleam flashing in his eyes.
He Tiancheng could barely breathe beneath Zhu