C87 Strength Fleeing

"Retreat? Too late!" Just as Mingsi's urging voice rang in Yuwen Lang's ears, a mocking voice sounded. He felt a strong wind coming from behind him, but he did not plan to turn around. Instead, he formed a circular water wave behind him.

At this moment, a fist with protruding bones smashed onto the water wave.

The water wave that was hit instantly caved in. As for the other end