Without Yi Bei realizing, Feng lunged forward with a powerful kick aimed at his opponent's waist, intending to cripple him.
As the kick pierced through the dense fog, Yi Bei caught sight of it just inches away.
He prepared to dodge, but that unsettling feeling of unease gripped him once more—and the kick connected, sending him flying.
BOOM!
"You bastard! What the hell did you do?!" Yi Bei roared, stumbling to his feet from the cloud of poison, his face twisted in confusion as that strange, oppressive sensation washed over him again.
He tried to stand, but the injuries from that kick were too severe.
Another mouthful of blood spilled from his lips as his hand trembled, clutching his waist, where a searing pain throbbed—an agonizing mix of being struck by both a hammer and a sword simultaneously.
His vision blurred for a moment, as a chill crept up his spine.
