As he gazed at the Tomb Guardian in front of him, Ling Tianyu stepped forward gradually.
"Crack——crack——"
The sound of fists clenching rose as Ling Tianyu's fist directly smashed down.
The force of his punch was extremely powerful, and he controlled its intensity so well that it wouldn't kill, but it would absolutely make the recipient suffer excruciating pain.
The Tomb Guardian screamed miserably in pain, the sounds echoing throughout Lost Soul Valley. Ling Tianyu didn't care in the slightest. The suppressed emotions from the past were all being repaid today and released.
Back when he was driven to a dead end, today he would give it all back to them.
Fist after fist landed on flesh, and it was uncertain how many punches were thrown, but it was clear that after pummeling for hours, the two trembling girls, horrified by the scene, were too scared to make a sound. So much so that one of them even wet her pants.
