Feng quickly dashed forward as his claws extended.
The air around him shifted, and the ground cracked slightly under the sheer force of his charge.
The Red-Faced Gorillas were taller than Feng, but he didn't care—most of the spiritual beasts he had encountered thus far were bigger than him.
The leader of the group, the one at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, quickly roared and attempted to smash its fist down on him.
A powerful pressure emanated from its strike, and Feng knew that even though he was much stronger now, a direct hit from something like that would still injure him.
"I need to take advantage of my speed," Feng thought as he sidestepped the attack, causing the leader's fist to slam into the ground, creating a sizable hole.
