Upon hearing Wang Yan say there were two more punches, Shi Sanquan shivered in fear, deeply buried underground, suddenly feeling a warm, wet sensation between his legs. If not for the soil's cover, the shame would have spread immediately.
Shi Sanquan's heart was on the verge of collapse. Wang Yan's so-called punch was not just a punch; it was hundreds of punches stacked together, forming one punch, each thrown in the blink of an eye, with incredible power.
The first punch had already made Shi Sanquan's whole body numb, almost breaking apart. If Wang Yan were to throw the second and third punches, he would surely die here.
Thinking of this, Shi Sanquan desperately wanted to dig himself out of the soil, but at this time only his head was exposed, and he couldn't leverage any other part of his body. Despite using all his strength, he could only make his head shake constantly, while his body was completely immobile, let alone dig out from the soil.
