"Whoosh!"
Upon the vast meteorite, Feng Wuchen suddenly appeared.
The breeze blew, tousling Feng Wuchen's black hair, as he smirked slightly, "It's been years, and the divine meteor descends once again. How many powers will tremble because of this?"
"Whoosh!"
Soon after, from beneath the meteor's pressure, Zitong Daoist utilized Earth Escape to get out.
Severely wounded by the Divine Art, Zitong Daoist's injuries were extremely critical, his face pale and breath weak.
"Tough life, hasn't died yet." Feng Wuchen's fierce gaze swept over the Zitong Daoist who flew up, and he smirked devilishly.
Zitong Daoist panted heavily, his frightened gaze fixed on Feng Wuchen.
"Any final words?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, terrifying power already converging on his forefinger.
Suppressing the turmoil within his blood, Zitong Daoist defiantly responded, "Hmph! You still have a long way to go if you want to kill this Daoist, save the final words for yourself!"
"Snap!"
