The rain poured down like a torrential flood, and the voice of the Anqiao Pavilion Master echoed along with it.
"It seems Mo Ying met his end at your hands. You do have some skill, but unfortunately... tonight, not a single living soul will walk away from here!"
The high-pressure water flow descended in an instant, pressing down on top of Fang Yu like Mount Tai.
The water tornado emitted a sharp, piercing howl, as if it were overloaded.
Disorder, the tornado was in disorder.
The originally regular and round outline of the water tornado suddenly compressed into an oval shape under high pressure, the waterfall-like high-pressure water flow seemed as if it could break through the Qi Explosion Sky Wheel at any moment.
But under this high pressure, Fang Yu merely looked up at the sky calmly.
Through the pouring, branched water above his head, Fang Yu's gaze seemed to pierce through numerous barriers, staring directly at the Cloud Person.
Whoo whoo whoo!!
