The blood that should have sprayed through the air vanished in an instant, and the wound before his heart disappeared once more, as if it had never existed.
Xu Ran, full of Spirit, straightened his body and once again stared fearlessly at Xu Ran.
"Keep going!"
Xu Ran's tone was brimming with confidence.
"You've comprehended Dark Force?"
Seeing Xu Ran act like this, a thought rose in the bald man's heart, and he immediately asked.
"Bang—"
Hearing this, Xu Ran didn't answer. Instead, he stamped his tender right foot. In that instant, a dull thud sounded from the ground.
In a flash.
With Xu Ran at the center, within a radius of one zhang, the dust on the ground floated up as if touched by a spring, then slowly fell back down.
"Bang—"
At the moment the dust fell, Xu Ran's right foot stomped down again, and the dust rose once more.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
...
With every stomp of Xu Ran's right foot, within a radius of one zhang centered on him, dust floated into the air.
