At dawn, the sea was shrouded in mist.
The edge of the sky gradually expanded with a faint white, casting a cold, gray light.
Dark currents pushed the seawater forward, waves crashing against each other, spraying fine white foam.
Fang Cheng maintained a cruising posture close to the sea surface, breaking through wind resistance, speeding ahead.
Feeling the gliding momentum nearing its end, his body began to succumb to gravity, showing a tendency to descend.
Fang Cheng's gaze slightly tensed and his right leg curved in midair.
The muscles on the inner and outer thighs instantly tightened like a strong bow drawn to its limit.
Then, he locked the air beneath his feet, channeling strength at his sole, boldly pressing down.
Bang!
That super fast footstep unleashed terrifying strength of tens of tons, abruptly compressing the air in that small area to the extreme.
