"Show me your real skills, unleash your black flames, let your Grand Commander take a good look."
Jiang Shuihan slowly turned around, a hint of disdainful sarcasm curling at the corner of his mouth as his cold, sinister gaze swept toward Feng Wuchen.
"Teleportation might be miraculous, but your power can't break the defense of your Grand Commander. I can completely ignore it," Jiang Shuihan sneered, stepping forward into the void, moving step by step toward Feng Wuchen.
Faced with an opponent equally possessing a strong physical body and formidable defenses, Feng Wuchen felt enormous pressure.
"A head-on clash of power—at my current cultivation level, I can't do anything to him. I can't break his defenses, and speed alone won't make a difference. I need to identify his weakness," Feng Wuchen frowned, thinking to himself.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
