C357 The Final Test

Before he could finish his sentence, the black iron fist struck Yao Yan's shadow. The color of the fist was exactly the same as the shadow's. When the fist was thrown out, it felt as if it had sunk into the shadow's body. The shadow's body was sent flying out uncontrollably.

The fist was solid. The shadow, whose speed had slowed down, had no room to fight back