As soon as he spoke, Yang Ye’s figure shot forward, and he slammed his right fist at Qian Wenlan.

At this moment, the space before Yang Ye’s fist was instantly torn open. However, it didn’t start collapsing towards the surroundings because he’d converged all his energy on his fist without allowing anything to seep out. So, the space in the surroundings wasn’t affected at all.

However, Qian Wenlan’s pupils had constricted.

At this moment, she had an ...