C1089 Destroy the Spectral Cultivators(2)

"Prison Suppressing Fist!"

Xu Feng let out a cold snort. He knew that this was not the time to hide his true strength, so he didn't continue to dodge. Instead, he clenched his fist tightly and threw out a set of fist techniques at the incoming blades.

"Clang!"

The sound of the Prison Suppressing Fist broke the silence of the night sky