Bang. Bang. Bang.
Fang Hong continuously threw heavy punches, a sky full of fist shadows appearing in the air, striking Zhao Wenjun's armor with loud thuds.
Due to Fang Hong's incredibly fast punching speed, Zhao Wenjun could only passively defend, frantically mobilizing his magic power to reinforce his armor's defense.
After barely holding on for dozens of breaths, Zhao Wenjun suddenly caught sight of a tiny crack appearing on his armor.
His heart sank. If this continued, his armor would completely shatter before his magic power was even depleted. At that point, he feared he would be pounded into a meat paste.
"Damn it."
Zhao Wenjun roared, and a dazzling red light suddenly erupted from his body. He transformed into a crimson streak of light, shooting towards the outside of the palace.
Fang Hong's magic power was sealed, so he couldn't fly, but with the speed of his physical body, he still managed to give chase.
