Zhang Yu felt the martial arts intent crashing into him like something tangible, trying to burn his flesh, organs, bones, soul, consciousness... reducing everything to ashes.
Just at the moment of contact, Zhang Yu had a feeling of impending doom; the gap between them was simply too vast.
Meanwhile, Master Xinghuo's voice exploded beside his ear.
"Actuate your mental method, use your will to resist my martial arts intent."
Zhang Yu exerted himself fully to run the Can Niu Soul Heart Technique, accompanied by the roar of the White Bull in his mind, a surge of fighting spirit bubbled from within him.
Scenes of previous battles, fighting desperately against Wang Yin, flashed continuously through Zhang Yu's mind.
On the other side, watching the two grit their teeth and hold tight under the impact of his martial arts intent, Master Xinghuo nodded slightly, temporarily withdrawing the martial arts intent.
"Rest for 30 seconds, then continue."
