Su Mo smiled and took a step forward, his Seven Injuries Fist Technique moving with the wind.
The moment his punch connected with the palm, a look of horror flashed through the eyes of the Shadow Envoy.
Then, the black Qi around the Shadow Envoy's body boiled, turning even deeper than the darkness of the night in an instant.
Where Su Mo's Punch Wind landed, it met only emptiness.
Looking up again, the Shadow Envoy had already reached above him, upside down, with a sharp edge plunging straight down from his palm.
But before the move could finish, his figure suddenly accompanied by darkness, vanished from Su Mo's sight.
The Shadow Envoy's silhouette flickered incessantly, shifting rapidly amidst the black Qi.
Now to the left, then to the right, surrounding Su Mo from all sides.
A twitch appeared at the corner of Su Mo's mouth as he somewhat understood why the fatso had vomited.
It was indeed dizzying.
