The entire derelict building area felt like scattered Lego pieces on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, they had already broken through a height of three hundred meters.
The intense weightlessness from this rapid ascent could easily cause anyone with a fear of heights to faint on the spot.
"White Owl, what the hell are you trying to do, you madman?"
Ghost Scythe's heart trembled as he shouted against the howling wind:
"You can't even fly; even if you manage to kill me, how will you get back to the ground? Do you want to die with me?"
But Fang Cheng seemed oblivious, ignoring his roaring complaints.
He simply swung his fists left and right, swiftly pummeling the opponent's head relentlessly.
His bare upper-body muscles gleamed with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.
With every punch, the "ghost face" on his back twisted fiercely, as if changing from crying to a sinister grin.
He was using extreme physical strength to gain more thrust.
