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At this critical moment, Zhang Rui deeply understands that he must unleash unprecedented power. He closes his eyes and focuses on the magical energy flowing within him. The water in the palm of his hand begins to swirl intensely, and he feels the energy of every drop of water, like countless tiny whirlwinds gradually converging into a tremendous force. In his palm, the swirling water gradually becomes more condensed and powerful, like a coiled tornado ready to unleash astonishing power at any moment.
Zhang Rui opens his eyes, determination shining in his gaze. He jumps upward suddenly, perfectly flipping in the air like a graceful bird, freely soaring in this dangerous forest. His movements are smooth and elegant, each muscle stretch precise and powerful. At the peak of his flip, he releases the water in his hand, forming a massive water column moving at such speed that the water's movement is almost imperceptible, appearing as a silver-white flash.
The power of this water column is incredibly astonishing. It charges forward with the force of thunder, dispersing all the surrounding smoke with its powerful shockwaves. The trees are as fragile as paper in the face of this mighty water flow, being uprooted and destroyed in a pitiful manner. The small people panic and try to escape, but the speed of the water column is too fast for them to evade. The water column sweeps everything away, and Zhang Rui's attack is like an invisible blade, cutting through all obstacles in its path.
This move not only successfully repels waves of fierce attacks from the small people, but also clears the surrounding smoke, allowing Zhang Rui to see the environment more clearly. Although he feels somewhat tired, in this life-threatening moment, his fighting spirit becomes even more resolute. In his heart, a clear thought gradually emerges: no matter what enemies he faces, he must persevere to the end.
Zhang Rui In the instant he landed on the ground, his heart pounded rapidly, and the surroundings made him feel a hint of unease. Scattered around were the remains of small people, a scene both bloody and shocking. His gaze scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and a trace of curiosity rose in his heart: Where had the powerful Xingtian gone?
At that moment, a powerful sound of wind came from behind him. Zhang Rui's intuition told him that danger was rapidly approaching. He turned around abruptly, and what he saw shocked him: Xingtian was like an enraged beast, raising his axe high and charging at him with astonishing speed and strength. Zhang Rui's heart almost stopped beating at that moment, knowing that he was already too late to completely evade this deadly blow.
At this critical moment of life and death, Zhang Rui instinctively made an evasive move. However, Xingtian's attack was too swift, and Zhang Rui could only barely deflect his body. The axe, accompanied by a violent wind and overwhelming force, heavily struck Zhang Rui's right shoulder, violently colliding with the magical armor that had formed around him.
"A boom!" resounded, as if even the air trembled under this blow. Zhang Rui felt a tremendous force impacting his body, and his armor emitted a sharp creaking sound under this force, as if it could shatter at any moment. His right shoulder throbbed with pain, an invisible shock penetrating the armor and piercing his bones and flesh. The powerful force not only caused his armor to emit a sharp scream but also subjected him to indescribable agony. Zhang Rui felt as if his shoulder was about to be torn apart by this force, and the pain involuntarily caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood.
In this extremely brief moment, Xingtian mercilessly launched another attack. His fist, like a massive meteor, carried destructive force as it directly smashed into Zhang Rui's abdomen. The tremendous power behind this punch instantly sent Zhang Rui flying.
Zhang Rui felt a tremendous impact erupting from his abdomen, and his body was thrown out like a weightless bird, "boinging" outwards. In his trajectory through the air, he broke through the trees along the way. Each broken tree caused his body to suffer a severe impact, inflicting more and more injuries with each collision.
When Zhang Rui finally stopped the intense flight, his body fell to the ground in a sorry state. Dust flew, leaves scattered, and he lay there, gasping in pain, trying to stabilize his rolling viscera and intense wounds. Zhang Rui was filled with shock and unwillingness. He knew that the enemy in front of him was much stronger than he had imagined, but his eyes still burned with unyielding fighting spirit. He knew he couldn't be defeated like this. Zhang Rui gritted his teeth, trying hard to get up and face this difficult challenge.
Zhang Rui moved on the ground with difficulty. Every struggle brought intense pain, but he knew he couldn't give up, couldn't fall here. His gaze was firm and full of determination. Even though his body was enduring extreme pain, he still tried hard to stand up.
Xingtian's footsteps were heavy and slow, each step striking a warning bell in Zhang Rui's heart. His figure appeared particularly gloomy in the dark forest, the axe in his hand gleaming with a cold light in the sunlight. Xingtian's voice was deep and unquestionably threatening, "My little brothers, all killed by you... Mage, I will not spare you."
These words felt like a death sentence, each word pressing heavily on Zhang Rui's heart. Xingtian's unique appearance and merciless gaze made him even more terrifying and unpredictable. Zhang Rui felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, experiencing such a close encounter with the fear of death for the first time in his life.
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