"Damn it!"
Intense pain overwhelmed Qingyi as he was hit by thousands of projectiles at once.
The roots summoned by the patriarch moved like snakes toward him, striking his chest with powerful impacts.
The black scales withstood the initial blow, but soon he felt fatigue setting in.
He gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled as he gathered his power.
With an explosion, he unleashed everything, shattering all the projectiles for dozens of meters.
"Oh... so you're not just an ordinary human, huh?" The patriarch laughed loudly, watching Qingyi's transformation.
He had barely finished his sentence before Qingyi was already upon him, his fist covered in black scales tearing through the air with full power.
The patriarch was struck. His nose sank into his face, his body spinning one hundred and eighty degrees before being thrown backwards like a cannonball.
He hit the ground with a thunderous explosion, powerful tremors engulfing everything around him.
