C797 A Different Reincarnation

Meng Yang was stunned when he looked at the ground and his fist, because his punch just now did not feel like it was hitting the ground at all. It felt like it was hitting a soft ball of noodles. Unsure, Meng Yang gently knocked on the ground a few times with his hand, but there was a dull thud. The ground had returned to its original hardness