Wu Liangchen's expression turned grave, for he knew the true test had finally arrived.
Although this Qin Zhen's Vajra Body was imperfect, he had still unleashed astonishing combat power after being thoroughly enraged.
But he was not afraid. On the contrary, a powerful fighting spirit surged within him.
The blood in his veins began to boil, to burn.
Wu Liangchen lunged forward, and the two figures clashed in a mad frenzy once more.
Fist met fist, foot met foot.
Each impact made the already crumbling floor let out a pained groan.
Large chunks of concrete rained down, and massive cracks spiderwebbed across the floor beneath their feet.
The building's collapse was on a countdown. Only this small section at the very top, supported by a few remaining load-bearing columns, was barely holding itself together.
But as the two continued their fierce battle, that balance was being shattered…
At this moment, rage and anxiety grew wild in Qin Zhen's heart like weeds.
