That black lump from the Primordial Spirit Demon-Gathering Scripture had strangely granted him speed on par with a top-tier Profound Immortal, even comparable to certain ordinary Golden Immortals.
The Witch Clan did not understand it, and neither did Lu Feng.
But he had never been one to insist on understanding every last detail. It did not matter if he could not figure it out, as long as it helped him. Having knocked down several members of the Witch Clan in succession, and under these circumstances at that, Lu Feng's confidence had soared.
Like a wisp of smoke, he plunged into the crowd again, darting left and right. This time, although he knocked down several more opponents, he suffered a small setback himself.
As his feet carried him close to his opponents with those peculiar steps, his body repeatedly failed to dodge in time, sending him straight into their arms or bodies.
The speed was astonishing, but it applied only to his feet. He still had to coordinate the rest of his body himself.
Just as before, his feet had moved, but his body had not kept up. Naturally, this was the result.
Crashing into a Witch Clan member's body was anything but pleasant. Their bodies were like steel and iron, and with the impact of his tremendous speed added in, even when he sent them flying, pain shot through his entire body.
He had thought this speed would let him finish the fight with ease. Now, it seemed he had been far too optimistic.
Left with no choice, Lu Feng focused all his attention on dodging as quickly as he could to keep pace with his feet. To coordinate his body with them, he even stopped attacking and devoted himself entirely to evasion.
After crashing into an unknown number of