Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
In an instant, the sky was filled with countless streaks of azure light. As Bai Feng's final strike descended, those streaks surged downward like a storm of meteors, drawing brilliant trails through the air as they rained toward Li Yun in an overwhelming torrent.
Wind was intangible and ever-changing. It could be gentle, violent, or razor-sharp. What Bai Feng displayed at this moment was the sharpest aspect of wind, carrying enough force to tear apart mountains.
Once he grew even slightly serious, his destructive power became terrifying. Even a half-step Qi Sea Realm martial artist would find it difficult to withstand such an attack and could easily be injured.
Yet Li Yun remained calm.
"Still not fast enough."
A faint smile lingered on his face, as if the overwhelming assault before him meant nothing. Whether it was confidence or natural composure, it was impossible to tell.
