"Hu——"
"Suck——"
With one breath, the blood of spiritual energy and soul that had remained reversed its flow back into the wound.
It was at this moment that Chan Yinsha's second punch had already reached his face, cutting through space like a divine being creating the heavens and earth, and arrived before him.
"I'm going to die!!!"
Yang Tian's eyes widened, but the punch was too fast, leaving him no chance to dodge.
Boom!
In an instant, the ground cracked open layer by layer, yet beneath the imprint of the fist, there was no trace of Yang Tian.
Dead?
Not at all.
Yang Tian's figure appeared beside another person, his entire body transparent like crystal.
"I can sense that all of you are selfish, how could you possibly rescue someone?" Chan Yinsha's tone was flat, as if she had no doubt why the crystal person would save Yang Tian.
