Master Wudao was both shocked and furious, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air, like a wounded beast trapped in a corner yet still fiercely resisting.
At this moment, he was already acutely aware, realizing that close-quarters combat was definitely not his forte against Xu Wendong.
After all, the physical strength that Xu Wendong displayed was astonishingly extraordinary. Even though he himself had reached the lofty realm of the Nascent Soul Stage, if he continued to engage in close-quarter tussles, he might very well perish at the hands of Xu Wendong and meet a miserable end where both body and spirit disappear.
With this thought, he had no hesitation, decisively changing his strategy immediately.
He suddenly stomped his foot, resembling an ancient behemoth setting foot on the earth, causing the ground to shake with a thunderous rumble. Cracks appeared like sinister scars, quickly spreading around.
