C92 Five Fingers Flicking Flower

The fierce wind was hostile, arriving in an instant.

Jing Chong felt an overwhelming force stabbing at his forehead like a merciless sharp knife, the chilling cold sending shivers down his spine. His head tightened, signaling the imminent approach of grave danger.

Almost reflexively, Jing Chong raised his hands above his head, elbows bent to shield his temples