บท 547: 300 fists toughened (4400)_2

With a loud bang, he was hurled into the air and smashed into the upper wall of the cave, flattening like a pancake.

As the three of them ventured deeper into the eye of the storm, the gale force winds they were met with grew more terrifying, carrying a white hue that resembled cow milk.

Casio took the lead, with Sheng Feinan in the middle. Out of the corner of his ear, he could faintly hear Feng Liusi saying something from behind.

"Sheng... Feinan, can't you... Stop... screw your...!"

Sheng Feinan: "? What the fuck are you saying?"

After they descended a certain distance, Sheng Feinan could finally perceive what Feng Liusi was saying. It turned out that his long hair had been completely disrupted by the wind, covering Feng Liusi's face like seaweed. He couldn't avoid it, having to match his pace with theirs.

That led to his irrepressible refined lament.