C41 To Heavily Injure Him

The biting wind howled with ferocious strength, halting Zhang Mingliang's advance, rendering him unable to move forward even an inch.

Suddenly, the tempest before him dissipated into nothingness.

Simultaneously, his vision blurred, and Lin Xuan's figure materialized before him.

"Wind Palm!"

It was the same technique, its formidable power undiminished.

Yet, in this instant