However, Sun Hang just lightly tapped the ground with his toes, effortlessly retreating backward, and every punch from Wen Ya hit empty air... He kept roaring, the speed of his punches increasing, yet his fists couldn't even touch the hem of Sun Hang's clothing.
"What is the Sacred Cabinet?" Sun Hang asked again.
He tried to read Wen Ya's memories, but in his current state, Wen Ya's mind seemed as if it had been devoured by a zombie; all Sun Hang could access was a jumble of intense emotional garbage, unable to find anything of value.
If he had to find a word to describe the current state of the opponent, Sun Hang thought "impotent rage" was quite fitting.
From the moment the Hunter arrived at the testing ground, Sun Hang realized there was something off about these two people.
Even though Sun Hang hadn't glanced at them, he could clearly sense that their gazes were almost constantly fixed on him.
