At the center of this chaotic vortex, Fang Cheng's figure resembled a fallen leaf.
As the air currents rapidly whirled, he protected his head with his arms, curled his body, trying to minimize the area under force, controlling his balance.
"The chance has come!"
Also in free fall, Ghost Scythe's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of ferocity.
This environment of no sky above, no earth below, is a dead-end for brute force fighters who rely solely on physical strength.
But for someone like him, with long-range capabilities, it's a perfect shooting range.
He endured the intense dizziness caused by the fall, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and concentrated all his Spirit.
"C3, Concentrated Armor-Piercing Bullet!"
Two gray lines were suddenly flicked from his fingertips.
These were highly compressed special clay explosives, quickly molded into two cones in the air, directly shooting towards Fang Cheng across the way.
No giant fireball, no earth-shattering blast waves.
