Fang Yi, with Lin Mengyan on his back, walked towards Fan Hanhan and Yang Qian, without setting her down. As he approached, a heavy sense of oppression enveloped them.
This was a certain kind of aura.
Although this aura was invisible, it was perceptible.
It was like an ordinary person encountering a murderer who had claimed several lives. The murderer didn't need to say anything. Just through his gaze and the aura he emitted, an ordinary person could sense the murderer's past deeds and feel fear.
Fan Hanhan and Yang Qian weren't ordinary people, and Fang Yi had much more than just a few lives on his record.
Most importantly, Fang Yi had previously broken Yang Qian's right wrist with a single punch, leaving a deep impression and shadow in his heart that needed no further elaboration.
However, the two weren't timid. Otherwise, they wouldn't plan a counterattack against Fang Yi.
