C103 A punch over the limit
In one breath, Yuan Chiying had burned a hundred drops of blood essence in his body. On his fist, which was covered in veins, an incomparably ferocious punch was blasted out, and even the air had evaporated.
It was obvious that it was too late to pull back. In an instant, the large amount of lightning that had flashed on the surface of his body rapidly gathered onto Wan Tong's arms