Invisible waves of wind rippled.
The fist that Whitey thrust out was easily caught by Liang Kai's open palm.
Bu Fang stood behind Whitey with a blank face, while its eyes continued to flicker.
Ever since swallowing the Departed Soul Orb, Whitey's combat capabilities have reached the peak of Supreme echelon. One could even say it was half a step into the Divine stage.
However, Liang Kai was no almost Divine warrior, he was truly of the Divine Physique Echelon.
Hence, Whitey's vigorous punch was easily intercepted by the opposing party.
"Puppet? Someone of the Puppet Sect? No… this thing looks too different from the puppets of the Puppet Sect and is far from its style." Liang Kai eyed Whitey, scrunched his brows, and murmured in confusion.
