However, Zhang Xiaofan wouldn't let him die so easily; he still wanted to extract some information from this man.
"Crack!"
Zhang Xiaofan delivered a punch directly to the chest of the masked man.
The punch left a dent in the man's chest.
For an ordinary person, to endure such a punch would mean certain death.
But the masked man was different; he was an ancient martial artist of the mid-Earth level.
His body was certainly not something an ordinary human could compare with.
Had it not been for the consumption of one-third of his True Qi to set up and maintain the Formation,
in terms of combat power, Zhang Xiaofan would, of course, be no match.
And he would have a great chance of being slaughtered.
This punch was laden with immense vitality.
It blasted the masked man dozens of meters away, crashing into a stone pillar of the temple.
The stone pillar collapsed thunderously.
