Ji Feng stood straight in the same place with thirty-seven holes added to his figure. Blood continuously dripped from his body down onto his robe, creating a red puddle on the ground.

Feng Feiyun also stood straight as he slowly withdrew his finger.

Ji Feng’s body was pierced into a sieve as his stomach, chest, hands, and thighs were filled with bloody holes with a dark cold aura stuck around them.

He couldn’t stop the Dark Water Art, but he managed to avoid being hit in vital areas. These wounds did not hurt the important locations.

If it was any other cultivator, they would have died thirty-seven times over!

No one could remain calm since this was too shocking. The unbeatable Ji Feng was beaten to such a mess and filled with wounds. Blood dripped down on the ground, issuing click-clack sounds.

Looking back, they saw Feng Feiyun who was completely spotless while carrying a nonchalant attitude...