Li Yan's body-tempering art had accompanied him throughout his growth. His control over his own strength had long since reached the point where every hair and fiber was laid bare.
Thus, even Mei Hongyu behind him had not sensed the terrifying power contained in Li Yan's punch. She had no idea that if she were touched by even the aftershock, she would instantly turn into a patch of empty blackness.
"Why are you trying to kill me?"
Just as Li Yan was filled with shock and doubt, an angry voice suddenly rang out above his head. A red shadow appeared from the dense mist in an instant.
The little girl burst through the mist in a flash, her pair of blood-stained little feet stomping directly toward the top of Li Yan's head as a shrill cry burst from her mouth.
Had the little girl in the blood-red dress not shouted her question, her charge would have been utterly soundless. Though she had entered the extremely limited range of Li Yan's Divine Sense, he still had not sensed her.
At the very moment the voice rang out, Li Yan looked up and saw her closing in within an instant. His heart immediately jolted—the other party's attack was so bizarre that even he could not sense it.
"Young Master Li, ahead to the left!"
Just as Li Yan raised his hand to throw another punch, Mei Hongyu's anxious voice suddenly sounded in his mind. She had not had time to speak aloud and had urgently used the fastest voice transmission technique instead.
Li Yan instantly swung out his other hand again. He had no idea what Mei Hongyu meant, but under such circumstances, he chose to trust her without hesitation.
Yet he still attacked in two directions at once, one hand swiftly