C276 Wen Han Knew

"What the hell is this?" Wen Han didn't have much strength left. He struggled to dodge the dirt from the attack.

Every punch was like hitting cotton. It was completely useless. It would only consume his strength.

"I can't go on like this. " Wen Han kept retaliating. Otherwise, the dirt would all press on his body and bury him alive.

But every time it was scattered, it could reassemble itself