C91 A Dead Fish's Firmness

The moment Zhang Henn punched.

Wenkong's pupils instantly saw a terrifying scene that he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

It was a very ordinary punch. However, it was plain and unsubstantial, as if it had returned to its original state. The casual range of Zhang Henn's punch was like ten million military horses, ready to depart in the yellow sand