A barrage of palm strikes swept through the air, as the violent energy suddenly erupted, forming a hurricane completely condensed from Zuo Lunhui's Innate Inner Strength in this tight space.
Zhou Feng's eight illusory clone techniques were indeed remarkable, but ultimately they were still illusions. Even if they began to solidify, they might manage against ordinary masters, but would pale in comparison to a master like Zuo Lunhui.
With the hurricane rising up, it created a powerful suction force, directly engulfing Zhou Feng's eight illusory clones within it.
After a series of dull thuds, the hurricane gradually calmed, yet Zhou Feng's eight illusory clones vanished simultaneously, leaving only Zhou Feng clutching his chest, retreating several steps back to where he stood before. His face was flushed, and his breath was rapid, clearly in the midst of turbulent internal energy, having suffered significant harm.
