As the smoke slowly dispersed, Feng Wenjun and Qian Yuxi gazed fixedly, seeing a trace of crimson overflow from the corner of Li Wuyai's mouth, his aura slightly disordered. Yet his eyes remained peerlessly resolute, revealing an indomitable will. "I never expected that even with my strength enhanced by this much, they could still hold out for so long. It seems I still underestimated them," he muttered, gritting his teeth tightly, the veins on his forehead bulging abruptly as if declaring his defiance to the vast heavens.
Resisting with all her might, Qian Yuxi's face was paler than snow, and the glaring blood at the corner of her mouth was undoubtedly the result of the fierce battle just now, truly heartbreaking to behold. "Fortunately we defended in time just now, otherwise the consequences would have been truly unimaginable." Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched tightly as if trying to grasp that last shred of strength.
Seizing the opportunity, a cunning smile flashed across Li Wuyai's face, his gaze full of triumph. "Prepare to die!" He waved his hands rapidly, fully unleashing the "Thunder Cloud Palm". This strike was even more powerful than before; the palm wind howled fiercely, with a might that could shake mountains and rivers, carrying a destructive momentum as it lunged savagely toward Qian Yuxi like a gale.
Chapter 57