Kapitel 1695: Sandstorm

Seeing the sandstorm raging his way, Qingfeng Li frowned. The level twelve sandstorm was extremely powerful, swirling up countless grains of sand and tearing cracks in the air. 

Qingfeng Li's group had been advancing in a path that led them directly toward the sandstorm; it was now too late to get out of the way. The sandstorm moved toward them at an astonishing speed.

"Seventh Fist, Shattering the Body!"

Qingfeng Li used the seventh technique of the Strangle Hell Fist, as black talisman scriptures radiated from his punch.

These talisman scriptures looked like a school of tadpoles, lighting up the heavens and earth as they smashed forward, cutting the sandstorm before them in half.

Boom!

With a loud boom, the massive sandstorm was abruptly blown apart. Countless grains of golden sand fell from the sky, back onto the ground.